Chapter 10
Chapter 10
Chapter: 10
The news of what Chelsea did spread like wildfire. Every media house was interested in reporting the messy divorce in real-time. Unsurprisingly, a group of reporters gathered at the entrance of Nelson Group the next morning. They waited to report about the divorce and even get Chelsea and Edmund to speak on it.
At half past eight o’clock, Edmund arrived at the company. He was wearing a pair of big sunglasses, so the emotions in his eyes weren't visible. The reporters photographed him wildly. When he was out of sight, the reporters were eager to see the so-called Mrs. Nelson.
Chelsea was dressed so well last night. Judging by how she looked in the videos and pictures, the reporters were expecting an elegant young woman.
At half past nine, a strange woman who was wearing a peaked cap, mask, and a loose skirt suddenly appeared at the company’s premises. She reeked of alcohol and her walk was very unsteady. The reporters frowned at the sight of her.
“Who is this drunk? What is she even doing here? Isn’t she going to get thrown out by the security?” the reporters murmured to themselves.
None of them knew that this drunk was actually the Mrs. Nelson they had been waiting for all morning. Chelsea had drunk with Zuri until three o’clock this morning. To Zuri, they were just celebrating the fact that her friend was about to be freed from her wicked captor. But Chelsea was actually drinking to drown her sorrows.
Although Edmund had treated her like trash, she had spent three years of her life loving him. It broke her heart that they were getting a divorce.
Edmund and the lawyer had been waiting in the reception room for a long time. The first thing Chelsea saw when she pushed the door open was Edmund’s gloomy face. She hurriedly apologized, “I’m sorry for keeping you waiting. | had too much to drink Last night, so | got up late.”
Edmund was already growing impatient by the time she arrived. But when he heard those words, he raised his eyebrows and said, “You look a mess. Did you drink to drown your sorrows because we are about to get divorced? If that’s the case, | can...”NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.
“No, | didn’t drown my sorrows in alcohol because we are about to get a divorce. | was just in the mood to celebrate since I’m finally regaining my freedom.” Chelsea cut Edmund short, not wanting to hear whatever he had to say.
She took a seat and urged impatiently, “Let’s get down to it. Aren’t you going to sign it now?” Chelsea had a splitting headache. She wanted to get this over and done with, so she could go back to have a good sleep.
Her rudeness and nonchalant attitude caused Edmund to glare at her. Gnashing his teeth in anger, he picked up the pen and signed the divorce agreement.
Like the proud man that he was, he didn’t back down now because he feared that the public would think that he loved Chelsea so dearly that he couldn’t Live without her.
How could he let them think such? Over his dead body! People groveled at his feet and begged for his favors, not the other way around “Once a judge authorizes our divorce and issues the certificate, tell the court to send my copy to me later. Goodbye.”
After signing the divorce agreement, Chelsea left without a backward glance. She had already booked an international flight for this afternoon.
She wanted to leave everything behind in Vertoak. All her pain, suffering, and thoughts about her family weren't going to follow her abroad. Her phone had rang off the hook last night. Most of the calls were from her father and brother. Chelsea transferred the money that she earned during her part-time job as a scriptwriter to them. Afterward, she turned off her phone.
Chelsea didn’t want to live her Life for anyone anymore. As far as she was concerned, she had tried her best as a daughter and sister.
Outside the building of the Nelson Group, the earnest reporters waited for a long time to see Mrs. Nelson, but she wasn’t in sight. Hours passed before Edmund finally walked out of the building with a gloomy face.
The reporters immediately surrounded him Like a swarm of flies. One of them asked curiously, “Mr. Nelson, what’s the update? Have you signed the divorce papers with your wife?”
Several cameras flashed countlessly. A dozen microphones were put in front of Edmund. The reporters were curious to hear his answer. After all, they hadn’t seen the so-called Mrs. Nelson coming in or out of the building.
“How is that your fucking business? Get out of my way!” Edmund roared ferociously.