The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 120

What kind of a spectacle was this?

The bride-to-be comes to try on a wedding dress accompanied by her fake fiancé, a fake mother-in-law, and one real best friend. The fake mother-in-law is planning a fake wedding for the bride. The fake fiancé claims his love is real but agrees to the fake wedding. As if that weren’t enough, the fake fiancé and the real best friend are actually a real married couple. The bride seems to be the victim, but she doesn’t seem like an innocent party either; she’s playing them all like fools because she’s actually about to marry someone else.

And now she was saying it was “appropriate” for her fiancé and her best friend to take a wedding photo together?

Appropriate?

The consultants’ sense of reality was once again under assault.

Zebulon, surprisingly, cooperated, probably fearing that if Rebecca started crying, she would spill everything. As for Rebecca, looking at Penelope taking their picture, she felt a twisted sense of pleasure.

In her eyes, Penelope was just a pathetic fool. She had no idea her marriage certificate was fake, that the wedding she was looking forward to was a sham. Rebecca was Zebulon’s real wife, the true daughter-in-law of the Sullivan family. They were the real family, and Penelope was just their plaything—a plaything who was currently taking their picture.

How stupid. How utterly naive.

Penelope didn’t just take one photo. She found the best angles, the best backgrounds, and snapped several shots, looking like she was having the time of her life.

“Wow, Penelope, these pictures are amazing!” Rebecca said, her eyes glinting with mockery.

“I think so too. Maybe I should just let you have my husband,” Penelope replied with a wink.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Rebecca said, shaking her head.

“You don’t want him?”

“Penelope!”

“Are you sure you don’t want him?”

Rebecca’s eyes darted around, and she decided to play along. “Zebulon is handsome, gentle, and thoughtful. If you’re offering, of course I’ll take him!”

In the car, Penelope sent the photos to Rebecca. Then she picked one and posted it to her own Facebook page.

“Why did you post that on Facebook?” Rebecca asked.

“To make all our old classmates think you got married to such a handsome guy. Let them be jealous,” Penelope said, her tone still light and joking.

Rebecca thought to herself that since it was true anyway, she might as well let people be envious. And when the truth eventually came out, Penelope would look back at this post and realize what an idiot she had been. The thought of that future moment filled Rebecca with such delight that she didn’t argue.

Penelope stared at the photo she had just posted. She had a specific audience in mind: Rebecca’s mother. Mrs. Winters liked almost every single one of her posts, which meant she paid close attention. When she saw this picture, she was bound to explode.

Penelope suspected she had no idea about Rebecca and Zebulon’s marriage. If she had known, the past three years would not have been so quiet. Mrs. Winters was, after all, a vampire.

Sure enough, a few moments later, a message from Mrs. Winters popped up on her phone.

“Penelope, did Rebecca get married? When did this happen?”