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Ding-Ding!
Chelsea snapped out of her daze when she heard her phone's text ringtone. She grabbed her phone to check the sender, and her expression brightened when she saw the name.
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From: Mr Handsome Vincent.
Good evening, Chelsea.
Mom said you had a fight with Chloe in the grocery store a few days ago. Are you okay?
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Chelsea's cheeks reddened as she read the text, a smile bloomed on her lips, and all the gloomy clouds hovering above her head were swept away instantly.
Mr Vincent Gray, the billionaire and the Master of the famous Gray family, personally sent her a text to ask about her condition.
Well, this wasn't the first time. Vincent texted many times in the past, but that was all because he asked about Chloe.
Vincent constantly monitored Chloe whenever she visited her family's house and always chatted with Chelsea to ask for an update.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtChelsea couldn't help but get jealous most of the time, but chatting with a handsome billionaire was like a dream come true, so she helped Vincent take pictures of Chloe in the house.
As long as there was no man other than Tommy in the house when Chloe and Mackie were visiting, Vincent would be happy and send some money to Chelsea as a reward.
Thus, despite chatting many times, this was the first time Vincent texted her to ask about her condition, not Chloe.
Chelsea was thinking of a proper answer for a while until she typed;
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To: Mr Handsome Vincent
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It's Chloe who taunted me first, saying that I'm just a poor woman who doesn't deserve to shop in the same grocery store as her.
Then she was also the one who attacked me first. I was just defending myself and my four sons!
You should see their expression, that bitch— my sons are terrified of her!
—
Chelsea sent the text and waited for an answer for at least fifteen minutes, but there was no notification coming in.
She was disappointed. She really thought that Vincent would ask more about her condition. It would definitely make her happy for a whole week if he sent another text to her just to encourage her.
She sighed and threw her phone in the drawer beside her bed. She closed her eyes, wanting to rest for an hour at least.
'But I still have to clean the house and cook dinner for Mom and the kids…' Chelsea thought. She also remembered the unfinished laundry because she barely had enough time to wash them.
'Ah, my life is so difficult. What did I do wrong to have such a hard life?' Chelsea complained. 'Why can't I have Chloe's life? She is living a great life with Vincent. She has huge mansions, maids, chauffeur, expensive car, and to top it all off… She has a perfect husband, rich, understanding, and gentlemanly.'
'Maybe that's why she became a fat shit a few years back, it's because she became so lazy and wasted Vincent's money for expensive food! What an ungrateful bitch, ugh!'
The more Chelsea compared her life with Chloe, the more she felt the growing resentment in her heart. And the resentment grew over time, turning into blind hatred towards Chloe.
"Vincent is single now, but what could I do? I'm not young anymore, and I have four kids. If he ever moved on from that whore Chloe, he'll probably marry a younger woman from his elite circle instead," Chelsea said. "Ah, why can't I have my happiness? I want Vincent to marry me instead…."
Chelsea continued lamenting about her fate until her phone rang from a call.
She clicked her tongue annoyedly and grabbed her phone, "Is it Tommy? What does he want this time? Another pocket money because he hasn't earned enough?"
Chelsea checked the caller's name and her eyes sparkled once more. Her body shook out of excitement for a second, and she quickly answered the call;
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"Good evening, Chelsea."
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmChelsea heard the soft but manly voice of a man on the phone. She was about to jump out of happiness, but she tried to hold herself and stammered, "H-h-h-hello, Vincent. Good um… evening…."
"You sound nervous, are you okay?" Vincent asked out of concern. "Are you outside? Be careful, it's already dusk."
"N—No, I… I'm in my house. I was just shocked because you called me…." Chelsea replied shyly.
"I see. I was shocked when I read your text, so I thought I should call you to check your condition," Vincent replied in his gentle tone. "Did you get hurt somewhere when fighting with Chloe?"
Chelsea paused for a second, thinking whether she should lie or not.
But her answer would affect Vincent's favorability towards her.
The truth was… Chelsea suffered no scar, no internal injury, nothing…
Because she knew that Chloe didn't attack her at all. All Chloe did was yanked Chelsea's hair to stop her from attacking. Chloe also tried to cover her face with one hand to defend herself.
'If I told him the truth, he would think that I'm the one vicious one…' Chelsea thought. 'In my defense, I attacked her because she keeps taunting me. She keeps acting like an angel in front of the kids, even though I know that she is laughing at me in her head!'
Thus, Chelsea had to change a bit of the story to fit the narration for herself;
"Well… I don't have a visible injury. But she punched me a few times in my stomach. I've been feeling pain on my left flank because of the attack. I kept telling her to stop, but she refused until the security separated us…."
"I see…" Vincent's voice became solemn instantly as if all the gentle and warming voice Chelsea had heard before was just an illusion to charm her.
"Then, I will have to take responsibility as her husband. I will cover for the damage and injury, since she is the one who attacked you," Vincent said. "I will send you ten thousand dollars, is that enough?"