He Chose the So-Called Sister Chapter 279: Your Best Friend's Husband

Right. Today was the hearing.

She'd waited so long for this. Everyone had promised to show up, to support her. Now they'd all vanished.

Her future on one side. The people she loved on the other.

At this crucial moment, Sherry realized she cared more about her friends than about that piece of paper declaring her divorced.

Adam was already working his contacts. Within minutes, he had answers. "Your friend Yelena? She's on her way to the courthouse.

"The others? Don't worry about them. They've been around King City long enough to handle themselves. Focus on what you need to do."

Sherry trusted Lucas' friends. But that heavy feeling in her chest wouldn't go away.

Even on the ride to court, she was torn. She worried about everyone and worried Gilbert wouldn't show.

What she didn't expect was that he showed up. Not only that—he was earlier than them, with Julia at his side.

So much for "keeping distance." That promise hadn't even lasted a month, and here they were standing together again.

Though, to be fair, they stood slightly farther apart than before.

Julia spotted Sherry and smiled. It made her skin crawl.

Only when Sherry saw Yelena waving from a seat below did her heart unclench a little.

Once proceedings began, she understood why Adam had such a reputation.

The lawyers Gilbert brought were basically steamrolled—one-sided, no contest.

Adam wasn't just there to win the case. He was going to help Sherry get the assets that were hers.

And his first target? Julia. That showed just how sharp Adam was.

Every word stayed within legal bounds, nothing overtly leading, but everyone in that room understood Julia had inserted herself into a marriage.

A bunch of people turned their eyes on Julia. Whispers started.

"She's so pretty and still chose to be a homewrecker? That's gross!"

"What I hate most in this life is side chicks and cheaters. Disgusting."

Julia lifted her chin. "I don't see it as interfering with a marriage. What I did was normal.

"Sherry. You agree, don't you?"

"Cheating is cheating. Pretty words don't change that." Sherry stuck to Adam's plan—lock down the claim that the relationship was improper.

Julia's smile turned strange. "Oh? Let's not be hypocritical here. Shall we take a look at what you've been up to?"

Right when public opinion had fully turned against Julia, some photos surfaced—

Sherry was wrapped in some man's arms outside a movie theater, like they'd just seen a romantic film.

Sherry was waiting by the curb when a man appeared with flowers, giving her a huge surprise.

The photographer was skilled—managed to frame every shot to look romantic, despite Sherry's clear discomfort, her attempts to pull away, and her defensive body language.

The courtroom buzzed, and Sherry finally understood why this turned into a public hearing.

With their personalities, they never would've done this. So obsessed with face—why would they throw a divorce into the spotlight?

Now she finally knew why Hector kept chasing her down.

At that moment, Sherry honestly didn't get it. Didn't Julia hate her?

She wanted Sherry erased from the city, sent to the countryside to be some helpless farm girl.

Meanwhile, Julia would rise, becoming powerful and admired.

And Sherry would rot, watching from afar.

Why not just destroy her after the divorce? That way she'd lose her shot to stay in Seaseat City.

So what was this?

Using this stunt to stop the divorce?

"That man? I barely know him. I don't even know his name—"

"You don't know him?" Julia's shock was theatrical. "How can you not know him? He's your best friend's husband.

"Anyone here—if it's your best friend's husband, even if you're not close, you'd know who he is, right?"

If it were a regular friend, fine. But dragging in a best friend?

Even with boundaries, you'd still know his name and face.

"What the hell are you babbling about? How could that man be Yelena's husband? Yelena—"

Sherry looked at Yelena. The words died in her throat.

Yelena—tough, resilient, more tomboy than princess—sat with red-rimmed eyes, tears streaming down her face.