Mr. Nelson Winning His Ex-wife's Heart

People would label Chelsea as the mistress who destroyed Edmund's relationship with Diane if the word 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 loved to give Diane a taste of her own medicine, but Chelsea was not cut out to play such a game. She would never 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, intending to 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 like this. 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 way out 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. She swallowed 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. Holding on 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. But the journey of love would be much easier for you if he loves you too. Two of you can brave the storm together."

Having suffered the dire consequences of one-sided love, Chelsea knew that it was best to fight against 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 always makes 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 lie down 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 such a question since Fay was in so much pain because of him. More so, she didn't want her to feel embarrassed when she woke up.

Who would have thought that the iron lady, Fay was in love? She even got drunk because of her unrequited 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 the interview, she said that a lot of unspeakable things go on behind the scenes in the scriptwriting industry. She complained that people who work in the industry no longer rely on their talents. Most importantly, she added that some scriptwriters now get jobs by selling their bodies or greasing people's palms in exchange. I suspect that she was referring to you."