Honey You Are My Lucky Star (Callen and Chelsea)

Watching Harrison's car driving away, I have mixed feelings.

Wendy Gibbs, my ex-mother-in-law, just texted me. She's one of the reasons I induced the baby and got divorced.

I don't know why she wants to see me, but she said that if I didn't see her, she would stay at my door.

I hate being threatened, but I didn't refuse her.

I want to see what she wants to do.

I didn't tell Harrison about this because we're not that close yet. Even though we have had sex, I still know nothing about him, so I don't want him to know everything about me. It's only fair to me, isn't it?

Wendy's standing at the gate of my community, thinking with her head down. Perhaps she senses my gaze, she looks up at me and then walks to me with a smile. "Chelsea, you're finally back."

Her fake smile makes me sick. "Well, what can I do for you?"

The embarrassment on her face disappears in a flash. "Can we have a good talk in your house?"

"It's not convenient," I refuse her.

She didn't see that coming, so she looks a bit upest.

Maybe she thought I'd treat her like I used to. I couldn't even raise my voice to her when she was still my mother-in-law.

But things are different now. This vicious woman doesn't deserve to be in my house.

Finally, we come to a cafe. She sits down and complains, "If we went to your house, we wouldn't have to pay for coffee." "It's my treat." I speak coldly.

She looks at me and says awkwardly, "I just think we don't need to come here. A good woman must be thrifty, right?"

I never dared to shop when I lived with her, because she would accuse me of wasting. She thought her son worked hard for money, so I was wrong to spend even a penny. She wouldn't be happy even if I went shopping for her. Maybe it's because she despises me from the inside.

I can't remember how I put up with her then. Besides, my ex-husband never took my side.

"Don't worry. I can afford this." I smile.

She senses I don't want to talk about it, so she cuts to the chase. "Chelsea, have you seen Callen recently?"

"It's been a long time since we met. What's the matter?" I subconsciously feel that something has happened to Callen.

She looks at me with meaningful eyes. "He and Maisy have been fighting a lot lately. They might get a divorce. Is it because of you?"

"Are you kidding me?" My face darkens. "Don't make everything about me. You should go ask your son."

I knew she wasn't gonna give me any good news! What does it matter to me if her son wants a divorce?

Wendy looks terrible. "If you still have contact with Callen, please remember he is married. Don't be a home wrecker."

"Hey, why didn't you say that to Maisy when I was Callen's wife?" I ask in a cold voice.

"You were carrying a daughter and we want a son! It's your fault."

She still doesn't think she and Callen have done anything wrong, like his affair was what I deserved.

But my child is actually a boy! If the hospital hadn't made a mistake, he would have been bom. But I'm also glad he wasn't bom. I'm sure he doesn't want an irresponsible father.

I drink my tea up and then smile at her. "Please don't come to me again. I don't want to see you, because you kind of killed my son, your grandson."

After that, I get up to leave.

She quickly gets up and stands in front of me, asking with disbelief, "What did you say? Your son? My grandson?"

"Didn't Callen tell you that?" I stay calm. "My dead child is not a useless daughter! He's a boy and you killed him!"

I don't care how she feels when she hears the news. Even if she feels like in hell, she deserves it.

I didn't retaliate before, which shows I'm a forgiving person. But she came to me and warned me to stay away from her stupid son. I was so angry that I taught her a lesson. Callen has a strong male chauvinism, and Maisy is a spoiled girl. They're bound to have problems together.

In order to marry Maisy, Callen and his mom destroyed me. I guess they got what they deserved.

It's karma, isn't it?

My depression finally disappears as I walk out of the cafe. It's brilliantly sunny and I feel incredibly good. I want to call Sienna and have a good chat with her. Before I make a phone call, Harrison called me.

"What's up?" I'm confused because we were together not so long ago.

"Look ahead," he says.

I look up subconsciously and see his car. He tells me to get on the car.

After fastening my seat belt, I look at the side of his face. "What are you doing here?"

"I came here with you," he answers.

So he has been following me? This idea makes me uncomfortable.