Chapter 4 What Had Happened

"I didn't expect you to be...such a dissolute woman!"

"No! It's not like that! Please listen to me, Harry!"

Consuela looked at him in disbelief. This was the last thing she wanted! She had thought that Harry also loved her. Because of that, she believed that as long as she explained what had transpired that night, he would believe her, forgive her, and accept her for who she was now. But now it seemed like that all of that was just wishful thinking! He wouldn't even give her a chance to explain! With his voice already filled with disgust, disappointment, and judgment, she felt like she had already been sentenced to death without even being given a chance to defend herself.

She felt like a hole was bored into her heart, making it extremely fragile.

"Harry, please listen to me! It was an accident! I didn't want any of that to happen! I was drunk, and someone-"

"Harry! Nice to see you here!"

A familiar voice rang out, immediately attracting the attention of the two of them.

Consuela immediately turned to the direction the voice came from. Her eyes began to fill with hope, just like a drowning person seeing a nearby island while floating in the middle of the ocean. "Sheryl!" she said, relief evident in her voice. "You can prove it! You can prove it!" Consuela thought to herself, 'Harry, you have to trust me! I didn't mean to betray your trust!'

"What? What happened? Are you two fighting?" As soon as Sheryl got close to Harry and Consuelo's table, she sensed that something was wrong. Noticing Consuela's bloodshot eyes and runny nose, she put on a concerned façade and asked, "What's wrong, Consuela? Are you crying?"

"Sheryl! Sheryl! You came just in time! Please help me explain to Harry!" Consuela felt that she was about to tear up once again. For her, it was without doubt that Harry would listen to whatever Sheryl tells him. In turn, he would finally let her explain and they would forget all these that had happened!

"Explain what?" Sheryl acted confused. However, when she saw the photos displayed on the phone screen, she began to understand what was happening. Her goal would soon be achieved.

"It's just... about what happened that night..." Consuela didn't want to mention the incident again. It was painful and embarrassing. She, however, was ready to tell Harry everything, as in the end, it was all for her own sake.

"What? That night? Didn't you say nothing had happened that night?"

As Sheryl read the eagerness and indignation in Consuela's eyes, she suddenly changed the expression on her face, turned to Harry, and said, "Don't blame Consuela, Harry. No one wanted that to happen! Consuela is a good girl! Although I don't know for sure what went on that night, I believe in Consuela!"

Consuela nodded earnestly, trying her hardest to urge Harry to believe her sister. As she hadn't really told Sheryl anything that had happened that fateful night, she understood that she should not expect her to say anything more about it. At that point, all she wanted was to have someone to rely on to help her calm Harry down. Besides, Consuela trusted Sheryl very much!

"I'm sorry... But all the photos have already been posted online. There is nothing else to talk about," said Harry, a cruel sneer plastered on his lips. This whole debacle had truly caught him off-guard. It was obvious that Sheryl didn't know about what had happened. She just put in a good word for Consuela for obvious reasons: she was her sister. Everything was starting to become clear to him-Consuela was able to deceive everyone because of her appearance!

"Harry, please don't be like that," pleaded Sheryl. She looked at Consuela, her face contorted with pity. It was as if she was indicating to the man that he should be taking care of her sister instead of pushing her away. "Consuela will be very sad!" she continued.

"Sad? Why the hell would I care about a slut like her and whether she becomes sad or not? She has already done something so shameless that I don't think any of my actions would ever affect her! Anyway, she already has another man. It's highly likely that she's just crying now, and once I exit this cafe, she'll go straight to him and take lewd photos just like this!" Harry tried his hardest to pretend that he didn't care about such a thing happening, and that he had woken up from his illusion of Consuela.

His scathing words, however, flowed from his mouth like a raging river. It was like it was the only way he could exact revenge on his woman who slept with another man.

This broke Consuela's heart and spirit to pieces.

The most painful thing in the world was not being rejected by the person you loved, but being mistrusted by the person who you thought would be there for you through everything!

She bit her lower lip so hard in an attempt to hold back her tears. Her mouth was already bright red, and the pain she felt-physically, mentally, and emotionally-made her feel like she was going to pass out anytime soon.

Observing the expressions on Consuela's and Harry's faces, Sheryl turned her head a little to hide the satisfied smirk on her face. However, she wanted more than what was already happening!

"I don't think so. Although he's handsome, I believe that Consuela will not be willing to see him again! It happened just because she was a little confused and tipsy."

Sheryl didn't mention that Consuela was drugged, obviously, and she made sure that she sounded as if she was trying to defend her. However, the furious Harry was not having any of her explanations. For him, Consuela was involved in some kind of a love affair. In his head, it was an undisputed fact. Consuela was a dissolute woman who would hook up with men thoughtlessly to fulfill their deepest, most disgusting fantasies!

As Harry stared at her, Consuela felt the pain in her heart getting stronger and stronger.

"People always make mistakes. Don't overreact, Harry!" Sheryl waved her hand in front of Harry's face, as of trying to wake him from his senseless stupor. "What's the big deal anyway? Why are you so angry at Consuela? Do you love her?"

"No! How could I fall in love with such a woman? The reason why I'm angry is because I saw the one I cherished as a sister for years do such a shameless thing!"

He couldn't believe how blind he had been to her true colors! How was that possible? He was angry because he felt incredibly stupid! He tried to tell himself that he wasn't in love with Consuela, and that he just thought he knew her well!

Consuela looked at Harry in the eye, trying to figure out if she had misjudged him. But, nothing! Why? Was it really just her wishful thinking?

"Really? Then, Harry, do you have someone you love?" Sheryl asked quickly, unable to conceal her excitement.

"Someone I love?"

Harry repeated the words again with a frown, instead of answering directly. Then he raised his head to cast a meaningful glance at Consuela. Since she had betrayed him first, what else did he need to wait for?

Consuela stared at the two of them in stunned disbelief, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Harry stood up and looked at Sheryl. Then he raised Sheryl's chin gently and bent over to kiss her.

Sheryl was stunned for a few seconds. Soon enough, however, the corners of her mouth slightly raised to a smile. This was exactly what she wanted! Sheryl thought to herself, 'Finally, no one could take Harry away from me!'

Her hands trembled because of excitement, but no one noticed.