Chapter 3

Chelsea walked out of the café, no longer in the mood for shopping.

After all, her credit card was declined.

Standing in front of the mall, Chelsea made a call to Gisselle. Soon after, Gisselle drove over to pick Chelsea up.

"You won't mind if I crash at your place for a few days, right?" Chelsea got into the car and looked at Gisselle.

"Of course not, sweetie. If you don't mind my humble home," Gisselle said with a grin.

"The villa will soon not be my home." Chelsea shrugged.

"What do you mean?" Gisselle asked while driving her car.

"I'm going to divorce Russell," Chelsea said calmly.

"What?"

Gisselle exclaimed and pulled over.

"We are not going home now. I'll take you to eat and you'll tell me about everything!" Gisselle pulled Chelsea out of the car with a gossiping look on her face.

Chelsea shook her head. Gisselle was grabbing her arm, so she had no choice but to walk with her.

They walked into a restaurant.

Gisselle quickly ordered some food, and the second the waiter left, she asked, "Tell me now. Why do you suddenly want to divorce him?"

Chelsea did not answer Gisselle's question right away.

She took a sip of juice and said, "I saw the news on TV yesterday about Yamilet and a mysterious man enjoying themselves at the theme park."

"Yeah, so?" Gisselle spread her hands, expecting me to elaborate.

"That mysterious man is Russell."

"What?" Gisselle's eyes widened.

Chelsea smiled and said, "Don't look at me like that. You know about his relationship with Yamilet, don't you?"

Gisselle ginned awkwardly. "That was a long time ago. He is a married man now. How come he is still not done with her? And you were sick yesterday! What a jerk! I can't believe he was out with another woman when you were sick at home!"

"Alright, stop. I'm feeling bad enough about my situation." Chelsea shook her head.

The waiter brought their burgers and salads.

Gisselle jabbed hard at the slices of avocado on the plate with her fork. Apparently, they were Russell in her eyes now.

After a moment of silence, Gisselle raised her head and asked, "Then what are you going to do next?"

"I'm going to rent a place and start working on my script."

Gisselle said, "With that pretty face, you should be an actress. Back in college, your version of Juliet was the best in the drama club. Remember?"

Chelsea said with little confidence, "I don't know if I still have what it takes."

"You look perfect in front of the camera. You know that?" Gisselle said. She was not exaggerating it, since Chelsea was the campus belle in college back then.

At the nearby table, the two girls' conversation got Gisselle's attention.

"Check out the T*****r buzz!"

"Oh my God! Yamilet is actually a racist!"

"What? Damn! How's that possible? I liked her a lot."

"Well, not me. She kinda annoys me."

Gisselle and Chelsea glanced at each other and logged on to T*****r at the same time.

The trending topic on T*****r right now was a video about Yamilet.

In the video, Yamilet was having a great time in the theme park. When she was about to experience one of the rides, a female staff was worried that Yamilet's dress might get sucked into the machine, so she lifted the hem of her long dress.

Out of everyone's expectations, Yamilet said in a disgusted tone, "Get your black hands off my dress! You'll ruin it!"

The female staff looked at Yamilet in shock, and then she covered her face and left the scene right away.

Most people were criticizing Yamilet in the discussion surrounding the topic. Some thought she was too rude to the service staff. Others pointed out that Yamilet was somehow a racist.

For a moment, T*****r was ablaze with criticism of Yamilet.

"Is this the woman Russell is obsessed with?" Gisselle scoffed as she put down her phone.

"Let's go home." Chelsea finished her juice and stood up with her bag. "We shouldn't waste our time on a fool."

"That's the spirit!" Gisselle stood up as well.

Just as the two walked out of the restaurant, Chelsea's phone rang.

It was Winston. He said, "Mrs. Murillo, regarding the divorce papers, Mr. Murillo believes that the reason for the divorce needs to be amended."

Chelsea snorted coldly and asked, "Oh, I see. What does he suggest?"

Winston stayed silent for a while and then continued tentatively, "How about... You cheated on him."

"That's creative. Did he lose his mind?" Chelsea almost laughed out loud.

Winston lowered his voice, "Mr. Murillo just got a call from a man who said he paid for your bill and wanted to buy you a drink."

Chelsea was stunned for a second, and then she realized that it must be Vincent, the waiter from the café.

She smiled and said, "The gentleman was doing Russell a favor. Russell would be laughed at if his wife couldn't even pay for a coffee mug."

Then, she hung up the phone directly.

Winston took the phone away and looked at Russell with evident embarrassment.

"Mr. Murillo..."

Russell was silent for a moment with a cold face. Then he said, "Tell her that she ruined my Armani suit, and she needs to come back to pay for it."

The Armani suit on Russell was obviously brand new, yet Winston had no choice but to call Chelsea.

But Chelsea had enough of his harassment.

She said coldly, "Now, tell me what the hell he is up to?"