Please Come Back, Honey!

Chapter 87

Chapter 87 Emma was surprised that everyone wanted to know about her previous marriage. She just wanted to prove she was innocent. The netizens spent about a minute cursing Steven and Simon, then they started talking about her rich ex–husband. While Emma was laughing at the comments, someone was infuriated by the change of scene. Zola and her assistant were in her condominium. They had been paying attention to the tweets ever since Emma posted them. Zola was playing mobile games on the couch, while Becky was staring at the computer screen to know what was happening After Becky was done reading the tweets, she laughed mcracingly. “She‘s so stupid. She actually told everyone she was married. Her reputation is gonna take a hit.” Becky thought Emma‘s reputation was already in the gutters, and now that she told everyone she was married, her reputation would sink even lower. Zola was surprised, but she was still looking at her phone. “She was married?” Becky said, “Yeah. And I thought she was so innocent. Never thought she‘d be used goods. I bet Mr. Zurich doesn‘t know she‘s divorced, or he wouldn‘t have fallen for her.” Becky was Zola‘s most trusted lieutenant, so she knew what her boss was thinking. Zola had a crush on Wesley, and he was all she could think of. She fell for Wesley ever since he starred in the drama she wrote. After she joined Alpha Productions and started working with Wesley, she loved him even more. However, Wesley only thought of her as his work partner, and Zola was average in terms of looks and body. She had nothing but her smidget of talent in literature. She was not a good match for Wesley. Will She had been keeping her crush a secret, but that did not stop her from hating any woman who got remotely close to Wesley. Emma was one of those women. Zola would probably back off if the woman Wesley liked was a gorgeous celebrity, but Emma was just a regular woman, and she was a scriptwriter like Zola. Zola hated the fact that Emma could get closer with Wesley, but now that Becky told her she was divorced, Zola felt a lot better.

Just when they were laughing at Emma‘s past, Becky gasped. “Oh my god!” She was at a loss for words. Zola asked without even looking up, “What is it?” Becky huddled closer to her screen and looked at the transaction history seriously. She stammered, “H–Her ex–husband is loaded.” “How loaded?” Zola did not even look up. She thought Emma could never marry someone good. Becky muttered, “You should see for yourself.” Becky pushed her laptop over to Zola. When Zola saw the transaction history, she almost screamed. That was not the kind of money any person could afford. How rich is her er? She was trembling with rage. So I did all that to her for nothing? No wait. Not for nothing. I annoyed myself. I 8. Annoyed myself. Becky assured her, “Don‘t worry. I think she must have married an old fart. Nobody sane would want her. She‘s a nobody, and her dad and brother are leeches. Nobody‘s gonna give them that much money, unless he‘s an old git.” Becky was adamant, and Zola thought she had a point. Simon and Steven were greedy b*stards. They must have sold Emma off to get that kind of money, and only fat old gits would get involved in this kind of deal. Zola looked better, and Becky said, “I‘ll tell everyone her ex is an old, ugly git. They‘ll start attacking her again, I just know it.” Zola said nothing and went back to her game. Becky understood what she wanted, so she went to comment again. She had a lot of alternate accounts, and she was friends with a lot of paid content creators. It did not take long for the case to take another direction. Everyone started saying that Emma married an old man. Emma did not expect the netizens to start attacking Trevor, and she had just finished writing an episode‘s worth of script. Well, to be exacı, they were attacking her ex husband. They said he was an old, ugly fart. Some of them went even further and said she got a divorce because her ex–husband

was too old to satisfy her. Some walked an extra mile and said she was an evil woman for leaving her ex–husband after she wrung every last cent out of him. Emma saw the comments, and she thought these netizens could actually be better scriptwriters than she could. She wondered why this happened, but then her phone buzzed. Trevor had accepted her friend request. She had been wondering how to apologize, but then he video called her. Emma almost fell out of her chair. They never video called each other during their marriage, nor did they even text. They would usually just call each other and end it in moments, so she was shocked that he would video call her now. However, she refused to take the call after she snapped out of it. The thought of talking through a video call with her ex–husband made her feel awkward. Trevor ended the call just when she made the decision to refuse it. She heaved a sigh of relief. However, Trevor then texted, “Take the call! She held her phone with trembling hands and called him back, but she used the voice call function. She could not accept a video call. Right after the call went through, Trevor complained, “Why did you redact my account?” How are people supposed to know i‘m her er if she does thal? And now everyone is calling me a dirty old fart. Heck, they‘re calling me all kinds of names. Old, ugly, fat, and impotent! He felt like exploding. “You want me to tell everyone you‘re my ex?” Emma was surprised. He had left his account number on the transaction history, but Emma thought he would never let her tell the public about their past. She thought that was the worst stain in his life, and that he would never admit that he was married to her at one point. “I never said you couldn‘t tell everyone about it.” He was angry. Emma stopped for a moment, and she explained, “I‘m just being considerate.” He‘s gonna get married to Crystal, so it‘s best if his previous marriage is kept a secret. I don‘t want Crystal to get annoyed and harass me anymore. God, I don‘t want to see her ever again. Trevor raised his voice. “You‘re not being considerate, Emma! You just think I‘m an embarrassment to you!” The heck is he talking about?Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org