The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 130

“Oh, I wonder when Rebecca will ever have a house this big and beautiful,” Mrs. Winters sighed wistfully.

“When she gets married, her husband can buy one for her.”

“Let’s just hope her husband isn’t seduced by some vixen who spends all his money.”

Penelope’s lips twitched. Was that a dig at her? If they were going by who came first, she and Zebulon had been together for years. If anyone was the vixen, it was Rebecca.

“I’m heading to the mall later. If you’re free, you could come with me.”

“Oh, I’d love to! I’ve always wanted to see how the rich shop.”

Playing along, Penelope said, “I don’t have any money, but my husband does.”

“Yes, you certainly found yourself a good husband,” Mrs. Winters said, her voice dripping with envy.

After breakfast, Penelope was heading upstairs to change when the doorbell rang. She opened it to find Theodore’s driver, Larry. He handed her a set of car keys and pointed to a red Porsche parked at the curb, explaining that Theodore had sent it over for her.

She figured it was because she had forgotten her medicine the night before; he wanted to make it easier for her to get to her appointments. Everything for the baby. His goal had always been crystal clear, just as hers was. Penelope accepted the keys without protest.

When she came back downstairs, she found Mrs. Winters circling the Porsche.

“Get in,” Penelope said, opening the passenger door for her.

Mrs. Winters’s eyes were practically green with envy. “Your husband bought you this, too?”

Penelope nodded. “He did.”

“My goodness, isn't he afraid of going broke?” Mrs. Winters lamented, as if the money were coming from her own pocket.

Penelope found it amusing. “Why are you so worried about my husband buying me a car?”

“You can’t just throw money around like this! It’s not your money!”

A faint smirk played on Penelope’s lips. She would never spend Zebulon’s money. Every penny she spent now was her own. “What’s my husband’s is mine.”

“He’s not even yours, so his money certainly isn’t.”

“What did you just say?”

“I…” Mrs. Winters froze, remembering the Sullivans’ warning. If she told Penelope the truth, they would demand the million dollars back and force Zebulon to divorce Rebecca. “I… I was just joking.”

Penelope raised an eyebrow. “Hilarious.”

As they were leaving, Penelope said she was going to the restroom. When she picked up her purse, she deliberately let a credit card fall to the floor. She saw Mrs. Winters glance around before stealthily scooping it up and slipping it into her own bag.

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