Mr. Nelson Winning His Ex-wife's Heart
Chapter 118

Chapter 118

People would label Chelsea as the mistress who destroyed Edmund's relationship with Diane if theword got out that he was still in contact with her.

Diane had played the role of mistress while they were married. Anyone in her shoes would have lovedto give Diane a taste of her own medicine, but Chelsea was not cut out to play such a game. She wouldnever stoop so low as to be a third wheel even if it meant spiting her enemy.

This was why she kept a distance from him since the divorce.

Unfortunately, Edmund's actions just now sought to render all her efforts useless.

Complicated emotions filled Edmund's heart as he stared at the taxi speeding away.

Once Chelsea arrived home, she tucked Fay in bed. She was about to leave for the kitchen, intendingto go get a cup of water when Fay held her hand tightly and burst into tears.

Chelsea was utterly shocked. She didn't think that Fay, who was always calm and tough, could cry likethis. She had never seen her act this vulnerable, let alone shed tears.

"What's wrong, Fay?" Chelsea sat on the edge of the bed and held her.

"Why does love hurt so much? Is it compulsory for my heart to ache after falling for a man who is wayout of my league?" Fay wailed in Chelsea's arms.

It was as if a sharp knife pierced through Chelsea's heart when she heard these questions. Sheswallowed hard and murmured, "Yes, love indeed makes the heart hurt. I can say that for a fact."

Fay geared up her wailing. She cried so hard that her tears soon dampened Chelsea's clothes. Holdingon to her, Chelsea could feel her sadness.

She had been there and done that, so she said comfortingly, "This guy might be out of your league. Butthe journey of love would be much easier for you if he loves you too. Two of you can brave the stormtogether."

Having suffered the dire consequences of one-sided love, Chelsea knew that it was best to fightagainst all odds only if the feeling was mutual.

Fay chuckled suddenly. "He needs to love me back?"

Her words dripped with self-mockery and sadness. "How can such a man love me back? He alwaysmakes fun of me. If anything, he hates me."

Chelsea stroked her hair and said, "Don't say that, Fay. You never can tell. Anyway, you need to liedown now. I'll get you some water."

Chelsea didn't bother to ask who this man was. She reasoned that this wasn't the best time to ask sucha question since Fay was in so much pain because of him. More so, she didn't want her to feelembarrassed when she woke up.

Who would have thought that the iron lady, Fay was in love? She even got drunk because of herunrequited love.

Love was indeed a beautiful thing. It was the source of people's happiness, but also the reason for

many people's sadness.

Shortly after Chelsea rocked Fay to sleep, she received a video call from Zuri.

"Hey, have you seen what Purple posted on Twitter?" Zuri asked as soon as the call connected.

"No, what did she post?" Chelsea had been busy working, so she hadn't checked Twitter today.

Zuri immediately responded, "That annoying bitch posted a video of her getting interviewed. In theinterview, she said that a lot of unspeakable things go on behind the scenes in the scriptwritingindustry. She complained that people who work in the industry no longer rely on their talents. Mostimportantly, she added that some scriptwriters now get jobs by selling their bodies or greasing people'spalms in exchange. I suspect that she was referring to you."

Chelsea rolled her eyes, not taking offense at all. "Come on, Zuri. She didn't mention my name. Whyare you breathing fire already?"

Zuri snorted and replied, "Allow me, please. She had better not mention your name. If she does, I willshow her that no one comes for my friend and goes scot-free!"

"You are an actress, not a gangster, Zuri. Stop getting worked up over gossip. And mind the way youspeak," Chelsea uttered, smiling.

Zuri was a loyal friend. She was ready to take up arms for her friend's sake. And Chelsea knew this.

But what could she do if Purple was actually referring to her? Accusing her of slander would be far-fetched since she mentioned no names.

Chelsea couldn't post something similar on Twitter either.

She didn't have time for that. She would rather invest her spare time in making sure the script wasperfect.

"Anyway, I suspect that she's up to something. You need to be careful," Zuri added.

"Well, thanks for your concern and advice. I'll try my best not to quarrel with or contact her." Chelseastill couldn't wrap her head around why Purple was jealous of her. After all, she wasn't a big name inthe industry. This script was the first she was working on solely in four years.

Could it be that Purple had wanted to be chosen for the script? Was she angry that Luka choseChelsea instead?