“He obviously didn’t knowyoueither. Not as well as he thought…”
I’m fucking livid and mortified in equal measures, by the crap coming out of Chelsea’s mouth. I’ve got to stop my soon-to-be ex-wife before she causes more damage. I step between the girls, giving Chelsea dagger eyes. “How fucking dare you talk to Angie like that.”
“That’s right. Defend your girlfriend. I don’t hear you denying it, though,” Chelsea snarls, but Angie fights her way in front of me.
“You know, every vile word that comes out of your mouth only goes to show how little you know about your husband. Tommy may not want you, but he has good reasons, and they’re not the ones you’ve concocted out of thin air. He’s a good man who has put up with your crap for too long. Now he’s taking a stand, you can’t handle it. You can’t bear the fact he’s not bending over backwards to please you anymore.”
Chelsea bursts out laughing. “Oh, please. I left him.”
There’s a twinkle in Angie’s eye because Chelsea has played right into her hands. “Oh, yes. And why did you leave your husband exactly? Oh, wait, I know. Because you’ve been shagging one of his friends. How the hell can you stand here, all high and mighty, accusing me of sleeping with your husband when you’ve been having an affair with DylanJennings? Of all the people you could have chosen, Chelsea.” Angie slow claps. “Bravo.”
“I am not with Dylan. I’ve told Tommy this already.” Chelsea turns her focus to me. “This is your doing. Why are you spreading vicious rumours about me?”
“I haven’t,” I reply. I wish I could wipe this smirk off my face, but I’m enjoying watching her squirm.
“He’s telling the truth. I’ve got it on good authority that you two were at it while the band was on tour.”
“Don’t believe all the gossip you hear, bitch,” Chelsea replies, and I know she’s going to regret it.
“Jesus, you’re incredible. You were seen with him, Chelsea. There are witnesses.”
Chelsea laughs again, and from the look on her face, she’s not worried at all. “All right, then. Who ‘witnessed’ us together?”
“I’m not saying. It wouldn’t be fair.” Angie looks away, folding her arms around herself.
Angie always was the faithful type, and I understand she doesn’t want to dump Max in it, but again, Chelsea uses the opportunity to her advantage.
“Because it’s bullshit, that’s why.”
“Okay. That’s enough now, Chelsea. She doesn’t have to tell you anything, and I’ve had enough of your voice. Get out.”
“Whatever. She’s so full of crap.”
Chelsea’s last words push Angie to her limit.
“Calla doesn’t lie, and she’s the one who saw you two together, so now you know.”
What the hell did she just say? A chill runs down my spine as my head spins in Angie’s direction, and her blue eyes stare back at me. Does my confusion show? It was Max that caught them, not Calla.
I turn back to Chelsea and notice her hands trembling, and she stutters when she replies. “Don’t listen to her. Calla has never liked me and now she’s making things up. And… this bitch,” Chelsea points towards Angie. “Well… she agrees to anything that makes me look bad. All she wants is to be with you, Tommy. She’s trouble.”
This woman makes me feel sick and I don’t want her near me. “Get out, Chelsea. I’ll see you in court.”
“I want to see my son, and you can’t stop me.”
She’s right. I can try to stop her, but Oz would hate me for it. The problem is, I’m so mad that I can’t think logically. “Oh, yes I can. Get the fuck out of here before I pick you up and put you out the door myself.”
“Don’t threaten me,” she spits.
I would never touch her, but the fact she thinks I might just shows how little she knows me.
“You wanna test me?” I warn, but Chelsea grabs an opportunity.
“Okay. If Angie is as honest as you think, she won’t have any problem confirming the threat you just made to me.” Chelsea’s eyes fall on Angie. She’s fucking unbelievable.
Angie laughs and points a finger at her own chest. “Me? You think I’ll be your witness? Get real, Chelsea.”
“What happened to the sisterhood? You’re willing to stand up in a court of law and defend a violent man?” Chelsea glares at me.
