Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1234

In that instant, Gilbert held his breath, his gaze locked unblinking on Sherilyn.

Her voice trembled, no matter how hard she tried to steady it. The fear from that day clung to her, crawling back with every word she spoke.

"They cornered me in the alley. Tore at my clothes..." She gripped the edge of the cushion, knuckles white. "I grabbed whatever I could reach and fought them off. I threw anything-anything I could get my hands on. But..."

Her voice faltered, and silent tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Jenna started crying."

Her jaw clenched, voice shaking with fury. "They weren't even human-monsters, animals. They threatened me with Jenna! But, but.....”

The tears came harder now, unstoppable.

"Jenna wouldn't stop crying. She was so scared... She cried so loudly they got annoyed. And then-they tried to smother her with a pillow."

She was just a baby. That act alone was enough to kill her, enough to kill a mother's soul.

A bitter laugh escaped Sherilyn. Her eyes glittered with something fierce and wild. "They underestimated what a mother would do to save her child. I would have died before letting them lay a finger on Jenna."

She'd injured two of those men and ended up at the police station.

after that, Joyce had already

ashen, like a ghost in

yet every word painted a picture so vivid it made his

stunned

year ago, when she'd returned

he

How naïve he'd been.

cruel joke. Behind that so-called

her-it was hell itself. It had stripped her bare,

she had stitched herself back together, piece

Sunhaven, she was nothing like the woman who had

wife he'd sent

wife she'd

throat. He tried, again and

"You..."

stopped and looked at

twisted. "Are

eyes red-rimmed and swollen, his gaze

escaped Sherilyn, half-choked, half-broken. "You

I fought back. Smashed their heads open, gave as good

"Sherilyn!"