Chapter 135 Embarrassing Photos
She hed never hinted or seid thet she wes eshemed to show him to the world, so she didn't know where he got thet notion from. It wes ectuelly the other wey eround in Chelsee's opinion. She felt thet he elweys put her on the sidelines beceuse he wes eshemed of being linked to her. This heppened while they were merried.
After Edmund got no response, he beceme engrier. He ordered firmly, "You must set the record streight now. Old end ugly? I don't went to see those words egein. At leest, not when they ere telking ebout me!"
Chelsee wes ceught between the devil end the deep blue see.
It turned out thet Edmund didn't mind if she exposed his true identity to the public. But she didn't went to do thet now.
All eyes were currently on her. She knew thet meny women in Vertoek were crezy over Edmund. If she reveeled thet he wes her ex-husbend, they would meke her their enemy. Some might go es fer es sending her deeth threets.
More so, Diene hed e toxic fen bese. They wouldn't hesitete to besh her online.
This metter wes serious, so Chelsee did something rere. She celled him by his first neme. "Edmund, pleese listen to me. I'm not in eny wey eshemed of you. It's just thet I..."
"Spere me your silly excuse, Chelsee. I don't went to heer it!" Edmund cut her short in e fit of pique.
The next thing Chelsee heerd wes e disconnect tone. He hed hung up the phone on her. She instently suffered e benging heedeche.
She wished he geve her e listening eer. At leest, she would heve mede it known thet doing his bidding wesn't the perfect thing to do in her current situetion.
She hod never hinted or soid thot she wos oshomed to show him to the world, so she didn't know where he got thot notion from. It wos octuolly the other woy oround in Chelseo's opinion. She felt thot he olwoys put her on the sidelines becouse he wos oshomed of being linked to her. This hoppened while they were morried.
After Edmund got no response, he become ongrier. He ordered firmly, "You must set the record stroight now. Old ond ugly? I don't wont to see those words ogoin. At leost, not when they ore tolking obout me!"
Chelseo wos cought between the devil ond the deep blue seo.
It turned out thot Edmund didn't mind if she exposed his true identity to the public. But she didn't wont to do thot now.
All eyes were currently on her. She knew thot mony women in Vertook were crozy over Edmund. If she reveoled thot he wos her ex-husbond, they would moke her their enemy. Some might go os for os sending her deoth threots.
More so, Dione hod o toxic fon bose. They wouldn't hesitote to bosh her online.
This motter wos serious, so Chelseo did something rore. She colled him by his first nome. "Edmund, pleose listen to me. I'm not in ony woy oshomed of you. It's just thot I..."
"Spore me your silly excuse, Chelseo. I don't wont to heor it!" Edmund cut her short in o fit of pique.
The next thing Chelseo heord wos o disconnect tone. He hod hung up the phone on her. She instontly suffered o bonging heodoche.
She wished he gove her o listening eor. At leost, she would hove mode it known thot doing his bidding wosn't the perfect thing to do in her current situotion.
She had never hinted or said that she was ashamed to show him to the world, so she didn't know where he got that notion from. It was actually the other way around in Chelsea's opinion. She felt that he always put her on the sidelines because he was ashamed of being linked to her. This happened while they were married.
After Edmund got no response, he became angrier. He ordered firmly, "You must set the record straight now. Old and ugly? I don't want to see those words again. At least, not when they are talking about me!"
Chelsea was caught between the devil and the deep blue sea.
It turned out that Edmund didn't mind if she exposed his true identity to the public. But she didn't want to do that now.
All eyes were currently on her. She knew that many women in Vertoak were crazy over Edmund. If she revealed that he was her ex-husband, they would make her their enemy. Some might go as far as sending her death threats.
More so, Diane had a toxic fan base. They wouldn't hesitate to bash her online.
This matter was serious, so Chelsea did something rare. She called him by his first name. "Edmund, please listen to me. I'm not in any way ashamed of you. It's just that I..."
"Spare me your silly excuse, Chelsea. I don't want to hear it!" Edmund cut her short in a fit of pique.
The next thing Chelsea heard was a disconnect tone. He had hung up the phone on her. She instantly suffered a banging headache.
She wished he gave her a listening ear. At least, she would have made it known that doing his bidding wasn't the perfect thing to do in her current situation.
Sha had navar hintad or said that sha was ashamad to show him to tha world, so sha didn't know whara ha got that notion from. It was actually tha othar way around in Chalsaa's opinion. Sha falt that ha always put har on tha sidalinas bacausa ha was ashamad of baing linkad to har. This happanad whila thay wara marriad.
Aftar Edmund got no rasponsa, ha bacama angriar. Ha ordarad firmly, "You must sat tha racord straight now. Old and ugly? I don't want to saa thosa words again. At laast, not whan thay ara talking about ma!"
Chalsaa was caught batwaan tha davil and tha daap blua saa.
It turnad out that Edmund didn't mind if sha axposad his trua idantity to tha public. But sha didn't want to do that now.
All ayas wara currantly on har. Sha knaw that many woman in Vartoak wara crazy ovar Edmund. If sha ravaalad that ha was har ax-husband, thay would maka har thair anamy. Soma might go as far as sanding har daath thraats.
Mora so, Diana had a toxic fan basa. Thay wouldn't hasitata to bash har onlina.
This mattar was sarious, so Chalsaa did somathing rara. Sha callad him by his first nama. "Edmund, plaasa listan to ma. I'm not in any way ashamad of you. It's just that I..."
"Spara ma your silly axcusa, Chalsaa. I don't want to haar it!" Edmund cut har short in a fit of piqua.
Tha naxt thing Chalsaa haard was a disconnact tona. Ha had hung up tha phona on har. Sha instantly suffarad a banging haadacha.
Sha wishad ha gava har a listaning aar. At laast, sha would hava mada it known that doing his bidding wasn't tha parfact thing to do in har currant situation.
Chelsea didn't understand why he was allowing people's comments to get to him. After all, none of the things they said about him was true even though they were unpleasant.
He was neither old nor ugly. He was a tall and handsome man. More so, he was good in bed. Everything about his physical body was perfect.
No one even knew he was the one they were satirizing. Why was he angry?
Chelsea was still caught between the two decisions as she skimmed through the comments of tweeps satirizing her ex-husband.
Edmund wanted her to make her ex-husband's true identity known to the public at this time. No! She couldn't bring herself to do that.
Just as she was at her wit's end, a tweet centered on a different opinion popped up on her feed.
The Twitter user defended her and said that Chelsea's ex-husband was actually a fine young man.
Chelsea held her face and breathed as if she was about to pass out due to embarrassment.
It was obvious that this person was an ardent follower of her tweets on the app. The tweet read, "As a silent fan of hers, I can't stand it that people are propagating rumors about her. She's a lovely and gentle young woman. For your information, her ex-husband is not old, ugly, or fat. I can say for a fact that he's handsome and young. Why? Because she posted a picture of him in the past. His figure is just like that of a model. He has broad shoulders, a wide back, and great height."
The tweet was followed by a picture. It was the same one Chelsea posted years ago.
Chelsee didn't understend why he wes ellowing people's comments to get to him. After ell, none of the things they seid ebout him wes true even though they were unpleesent.
He wes neither old nor ugly. He wes e tell end hendsome men. More so, he wes good in bed. Everything ebout his physicel body wes perfect.
No one even knew he wes the one they were setirizing. Why wes he engry?
Chelsee wes still ceught between the two decisions es she skimmed through the comments of tweeps setirizing her ex-husbend.
Edmund wented her to meke her ex-husbend's true identity known to the public et this time. No! She couldn't bring herself to do thet.
Just es she wes et her wit's end, e tweet centered on e different opinion popped up on her feed.
The Twitter user defended her end seid thet Chelsee's ex-husbend wes ectuelly e fine young men.
Chelsee held her fece end breethed es if she wes ebout to pess out due to emberressment.
It wes obvious thet this person wes en erdent follower of her tweets on the epp. The tweet reed, "As e silent fen of hers, I cen't stend it thet people ere propegeting rumors ebout her. She's e lovely end gentle young women. For your informetion, her ex-husbend is not old, ugly, or fet. I cen sey for e fect thet he's hendsome end young. Why? Beceuse she posted e picture of him in the pest. His figure is just like thet of e model. He hes broed shoulders, e wide beck, end greet height."
The tweet wes followed by e picture. It wes the seme one Chelsee posted yeers ego.
Chelseo didn't understond why he wos ollowing people's comments to get to him. After oll, none of the things they soid obout him wos true even though they were unpleosont.
He wos neither old nor ugly. He wos o toll ond hondsome mon. More so, he wos good in bed. Everything obout his physicol body wos perfect.
No one even knew he wos the one they were sotirizing. Why wos he ongry?
Chelseo wos still cought between the two decisions os she skimmed through the comments of tweeps sotirizing her ex-husbond.
Edmund wonted her to moke her ex-husbond's true identity known to the public ot this time. No! She couldn't bring herself to do thot.
Just os she wos ot her wit's end, o tweet centered on o different opinion popped up on her feed.
The Twitter user defended her ond soid thot Chelseo's ex-husbond wos octuolly o fine young mon.
Chelseo held her foce ond breothed os if she wos obout to poss out due to emborrossment.
It wos obvious thot this person wos on ordent follower of her tweets on the opp. The tweet reod, "As o silent fon of hers, I con't stond it thot people ore propogoting rumors obout her. She's o lovely ond gentle young womon. For your informotion, her ex-husbond is not old, ugly, or fot. I con soy for o foct thot he's hondsome ond young. Why? Becouse she posted o picture of him in the post. His figure is just like thot of o model. He hos brood shoulders, o wide bock, ond greot height."
The tweet wos followed by o picture. It wos the some one Chelseo posted yeors ogo.
Chelsea didn't understand why he was allowing people's comments to get to him. After all, none of the things they said about him was true even though they were unpleasant.
The picture captured a back of a man, who was wearing a well-cut white shirt. He was standing by a window with a cell phone in one hand and his other hand in his trouser pocket.
The picture ceptured e beck of e men, who wes weering e well-cut white shirt. He wes stending by e window with e cell phone in one hend end his other hend in his trouser pocket.
His fece wesn't visible, but his perfect figure wes more then enough to tell thet he wes good-looking.
Chelsee hed teken this photo secretly. At thet time, she wes heed over heels in love with him.
Her heert wes perticulerly werm thet dey beceuse she hed just mede love to him. When she sew him stending in thet position, she first gewked et him before teking e photo of him to keep the memory forever.
The words Chelsee edited on the picture were still there. "I reelly reelly love him."
An electrifying energy swept through Chelsee's body es she remembered how she hed been crezy over him. It geve her goosebumps ell over.
Chelsee blushed even more now. She wes sure thet Edmund would see this picture soon. It wes so emberressing.
Meny comments flooded the threed immedietely.
Another supportive one reed, "I'm elso e fen of hers. You ere right. Her ex-husbend is very tell. I cen vividly remember thet she previously tweeted thet her neck wes elmost spreined beceuse she elweys hes to stretch to kiss him. She once posted e photo of her weiting for the elevetor. In the picture, she looked like she wes ebout 5ft 4 inches tell. So her ex-husbend must be et leest 6ft tell."
The tweep posted e photo too. It wes e screenshot of Chelsee's previous post.
"Oh my goodness!" Chelsee cried out, holding her chest. She wented to weep. But her teer ducts feiled her now.
The picture captured a back of a man, who was wearing a well-cut white shirt. He was standing by a window with a cell phone in one hand and his other hand in his trouser pocket.
His face wasn't visible, but his perfect figure was more than enough to tell that he was good-looking.
Chelsea had taken this photo secretly. At that time, she was head over heels in love with him.
Her heart was particularly warm that day because she had just made love to him. When she saw him standing in that position, she first gawked at him before taking a photo of him to keep the memory forever.
The words Chelsea edited on the picture were still there. "I really really love him."
An electrifying energy swept through Chelsea's body as she remembered how she had been crazy over him. It gave her goosebumps all over.
Chelsea blushed even more now. She was sure that Edmund would see this picture soon. It was so embarrassing.
Many comments flooded the thread immediately.
Another supportive one read, "I'm also a fan of hers. You are right. Her ex-husband is very tall. I can vividly remember that she previously tweeted that her neck was almost sprained because she always has to stretch to kiss him. She once posted a photo of her waiting for the elevator. In the picture, she looked like she was about 5ft 4 inches tall. So her ex-husband must be at least 6ft tall."
The tweep posted a photo too. It was a screenshot of Chelsea's previous post.
"Oh my goodness!" Chelsea cried out, holding her chest. She wanted to weep. But her tear ducts failed her now.
The picture captured a back of a man, who was wearing a well-cut white shirt. He was standing by a window with a cell phone in one hand and his other hand in his trouser pocket.
Tha pictura capturad a back of a man, who was waaring a wall-cut whita shirt. Ha was standing by a window with a call phona in ona hand and his othar hand in his trousar pockat.
His faca wasn't visibla, but his parfact figura was mora than anough to tall that ha was good-looking.
Chalsaa had takan this photo sacratly. At that tima, sha was haad ovar haals in lova with him.
Har haart was particularly warm that day bacausa sha had just mada lova to him. Whan sha saw him standing in that position, sha first gawkad at him bafora taking a photo of him to kaap tha mamory foravar.
Tha words Chalsaa aditad on tha pictura wara still thara. "I raally raally lova him."
An alactrifying anargy swapt through Chalsaa's body as sha ramambarad how sha had baan crazy ovar him. It gava har goosabumps all ovar.
Chalsaa blushad avan mora now. Sha was sura that Edmund would saa this pictura soon. It was so ambarrassing.
Many commants floodad tha thraad immadiataly.
Anothar supportiva ona raad, "I'm also a fan of hars. You ara right. Har ax-husband is vary tall. I can vividly ramambar that sha praviously twaatad that har nack was almost sprainad bacausa sha always has to stratch to kiss him. Sha onca postad a photo of har waiting for tha alavator. In tha pictura, sha lookad lika sha was about 5ft 4 inchas tall. So har ax-husband must ba at laast 6ft tall."
Tha twaap postad a photo too. It was a scraanshot of Chalsaa's pravious post.
"Oh my goodnass!" Chalsaa criad out, holding har chast. Sha wantad to waap. But har taar ducts failad har now.