He Chose the So-Called Sister Chapter 287: The Dream

Sherry couldn't even let herself think about it.

"Don't worry. I'm not letting Hector off easy either. We're not even divorced yet, and he's already messing around behind my back. He owes me."

Sherry understood that feeling perfectly.

She'd been there—watching her man get stolen, feeling his love turn cold. When a man stops loving you, it's obvious.

The sad part? You keep clinging to the past, refusing to believe it's really over.

Sherry knew she'd moved on.

But Yelena?

Afraid she might do something drastic, Sherry stayed the night.

That night, Sherry had a dream, a rare one. For the first time in forever, it wasn't about Gilbert.

It was about Lucas.

Lucas and Julia were standing face to face.

They were talking, doing something—Sherry couldn't hear a word.

But she was desperate to know what they were saying. She couldn't stand seeing them together.

In the dream, she actually ran forward and physically pulled them apart, like some kind of jealous wife.

She scared herself awake.

When she realized what she'd been dreaming about, her face flushed red as a tomato.

What was wrong with her? Dreaming about Lucas? Did she actually...?

"Girl, you were having a sex dream, weren't you?"

"I was not!" Sherry denied it immediately.

But even she could hear the guilt in her voice.

"So who was it? Let me guess—Lucas? Great body. Young, energetic. That butt..."

Yelena was back to her usual sunny self, teasing Sherry.

Sherry sighed, "This is bad. I haven't even sorted out my divorce yet. I refuse to become like Gilbert."

"So once you're divorced, Lucas gets promoted to boyfriend?" Yelena knew how to cut to the chase.

Sherry wasn't sure what she felt. Was it real affection? Or just gratitude because he'd saved her, and now she was confusing feelings again?

She refused to walk down that road again. She had to figure out what she truly felt.

She wanted real love, the sweet kind.

She wanted a real relationship.

And then her mind flashed with Lucas' tall frame, the way he treated her gently yet kept a respectful distance, never bringing her trouble.

Yeah, he was easy to like.

What woman wouldn't like him? Actually, now that she thought about it, why hadn't anyone ever made a move on him? That had always bothered Sherry.

Even the most powerful men had groupies. Why was Lucas different?

Except for that desperate wannabe, Julia.

They'd talked it through last night. Being passive was killing them. First step was digging into Julia's background.

Who was really backing her in Keiperian?

Even the Harrisons seemed to have a mole. If not a mole...

Sherry didn't think Julia could have guessed so much.

And she knew everything about everyone. That Adam was handling the divorce—that wasn't hard to figure out.

But how did she know Adam would get distracted worrying about Lucas? How did she know exactly when to strike?

It was like she knew each of them inside out. Had she investigated everyone?

Or did she have someone on the inside feeding her intel—someone who knew their circle well enough to make them stumble while she ran the show?

They had to understand Julia.

Sherry asked Melissa to dig. Since she was targeting Julia, it wouldn't be right to rely on the Harrison intel.

Anyway, Lucas probably knew more than she did. But Sherry wanted her own investigation. Different perspectives meant different insights. She'd analyze whatever Melissa found.

Back at work, yesterday's divorce drama felt like a pebble dropped in a lake—a tiny splash, then nothing, like it never happened.

Sherry's heart ached more than anyone knew. The next court date was a long while away.

But honestly? Regular people struggled to divorce too. Maybe she should consider... widowhood? That might be faster.

Sherry probably didn't realize it, but Gilbert—once the center of her universe—had become someone she'd happily bury, just to be free.

Finally, Sherry got a message from Lucas. She'd been crashing at Yelena's for days. Thank God the commute wasn't long, or the back-and-forth would've killed her.

Sherry decided to pick up some groceries and supplies, humming to herself without realizing it.

She was actually looking forward to him coming home.

But when she walked into the living room, she froze.

Someone was there. Someone who absolutely should not have been there.

Her groceries hit the floor. She didn't even notice.

She remembered what Yelena had asked her before she left.