Honey You Are My Lucky Star (Callen and Chelsea) novel Chapter 31

Maisy cries so hard, like I'm bullying her.

I check the time and say, "Callen should be off duty by now. Do you want to call him and have him come over?"

She sobs and shakes her head like crazy. 'Tm never gonna let you see him. Don't try to use me!"

I shake my head helplessly. This woman is definitely nuts.

"Then you should go. Go back where you belong," I say.

But she still holds me tightly, for fear that I would leave. "No, you can't just walk out on me after two slaps! You get to be punished!"

"Be punished?" This is really ridiculous.

I pull my hand back and wipe it with a tissue, as if I had touched something dirty.

She looks annoyed, but I feel so good.

She doesn't seem to know how to retort. After a long while, she says, "All the people present are witnesses. I'm gonna call the police. Just wait and see!"

After saying that, she takes out her phone

and looks as if she is really going to make a call.

"Do you guys really want to be witnesses for a home wrecker?" I look at the people around me. Most of them are women.

Without answering me, they start whispering.

Seeing this, Maisy laughs and looks at me triumphantly. "See? They don't believe you. They're ashamed of you for seducing my husband, b*tch."

"I think you've forgotten one thing." I smile.

She approaches me, whispers in my ear, "Chelsea, you lost to me in the past, and you're gonna lose to me again today. I know you want to be Mrs. Gibbs again, but I'll show you it's impossible!"

She dials a number and then looks at me with contempt.

"You've forgotten Callen was my husband. You seduced him when I was pregnant and made him divorce me. Isn't it clear who's the real homewrecker?"

I deliberately raised my volume so that everyone around could hear me clearly.

Maisy looks at me in surprise and quickly hangs up the phone. "What are you saying?" "I'm saying you'e a home wrecker. My ex-husband regrets being with you, so he keeps coming back to me." My voice is soft, but there's hatred in it.

'How can I not hate her? What was she doing when I was in so much pain begging them not to kill my baby? She's laughing at me.'

The tables have turned.

"Holy sh*t. I hate home wreckers the most!" A middle-aged woman shouts angrily.

Someone echoes, "Woman, get out of here! Don't you have parents? Didn't they tell you not to be a mistress?"

"Chelsea has lived here for more than 20 years. We all know what kind of person she is. No wonder she never told us the real reason for her divorce! Poor Chelsea."