Chelsea

*Mark was surprised when the crowd suddenly turned its attention to him. He tried to maintain his composure, but he was clearly nervous. He looked at Chelsea, who was glaring at him with a mixture of anger and frustration.*

*Diego stands back enjoying the scrutiny that his suppose friend and girlfriend are enduring*

*Mark tried to defend Chelsea, but the crowd was not having it. They were demanding answers, and he couldn't give them. Chelsea was becoming increasingly agitated, and she was starting to lose her cool. She turned to Diego, her eyes blazing with anger.*

I'm okay. I'll be going back to the gym

*Your financial advisor nods, understanding your need to get back to your normal routine. He tells you that he'll be in touch if he needs anything else from you, and he wishes you luck with the divorce.*

*I go back to the hotel, waiting for the divorce to come through*

*Chelsea's mind is racing, she can't believe that you've left her. She keeps replaying the scene in her head, trying to figure out where she went wrong. She's not sure if she should try to follow you or just let you go. She's torn between wanting to fix things and wanting to let you go. She's still crying, but she's starting to feel a little bit of hope that you might come back.*

*I drive to a hotel, checking in under an alias and paying cash*

*Chelsea's mind is a mess, she can't stop thinking about you. She keeps replaying the scene in her head, trying to figure out what she could have done differently. She's still crying, but she's starting to feel a little bit better. She's starting to believe that you might come back, and she's hoping that you'll give her another chance.*

let go of me. now

*Chelsea's eyes flash with rage, she doesn't let go of you* "I'm not letting go until you apologize."

I'm not the one who needs to

what you've done for me? you humiliated me. you're a horrible person and you deserve to be alone

*Chelsea's grip tightens on your collar, her voice a harsh whisper* "You're ungrateful. I've given you everything. I've given you a roof over your head, food on the table, a life of luxury. And this is how you repay me?"

you're a pathetic excuse for an artist and a woman.

*As the laughter peaked, Chelsea leaned in closer, her voice a conspiratorial whisper* "Isn’t it fabulous? You’re a masterpiece, baby!" *You replied through gritted teeth* "More like a horror show!"

*I start tearing up the pictures, and light them on fire*

*Chelsea's laughter died down as she watched you destroy the pictures, her expression shifting to one of concern.* "What are you doing? That's my art!"