The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 15

Startled, Zebulon instinctively glanced at Rebecca in the rearview mirror. Rebecca, looking guilty, quickly lowered her head.

“My assistant drove the car a few days ago. He probably had someone with him. I’ll yell at him tomorrow, I promise,” Zebulon said, trying to sound casual.

“Really?”

“I can have him call you to explain if you want.”

“That won’t be necessary.”

“Honey, you can doubt any man in the world, but not me. You know I love you the most.”

“The most? Does that mean you love other people too?”

“Poor choice of words. I meant I only love you.”

Penelope feigned being placated and began examining the lipstick. “Huh. This brand is Rebecca’s favorite.”

Rebecca’s heart skipped a beat. “Is… is it?”

“Yep. Looks like my assistant’s girlfriend has good taste.”

When they arrived at Rebecca’s upscale apartment complex, Penelope insisted that Zebulon walk her upstairs, saying she was worried about her. After they went up, Penelope tilted her head and watched Rebecca’s window. A light soon came on.

Her eyes narrowed. What were they doing up there? Probably comforting each other after the stressful evening she had put them through.

But Zebulon, not wanting to arouse her suspicion, didn’t stay long. He was back in the car a few minutes later.

They drove home in silence. Once the car was parked in the underground garage, Penelope turned and climbed onto his lap.

“Honey,” she whispered, her long hair brushing against his cheek. “How long has it been?”

Zebulon’s hands found her waist, his desire instantly ignited. “Penelope, I love you.”

Back in the house, Mr. Sullivan was already asleep. They went straight upstairs. Zebulon used the guest bathroom to shower, and when he came out, he claimed he had work to finish and told her to go to sleep. He then disappeared into the study.

Lying in bed, Penelope pulled up the feed from the study’s hidden camera on her phone.

Zebulon entered the room and kicked a chair in frustration, then quickly righted it, afraid he might have disturbed her. He pulled out his phone and called Rebecca. The moment she answered, he hissed, “Rebecca, you did that on purpose, didn’t you? You left that mark on my neck for Penelope to find. You were trying to expose us.”

After listening to her response, he slammed his palm on the desk. “I told you I would tell her myself! It’s not your place to interfere!”

He paused again. “I married you and I’m letting you have our child. Isn’t that enough? All I give Penelope is my love, and you’re trying to take that away too?”

“Stop playing these childish games, or you won’t like the consequences.”

He hung up and slumped into his chair, his fists clenched in anger.

Penelope felt a mix of disgust and amusement. Did Zebulon love her? Yes, in his own twisted way. But as he had just proven, that didn’t stop him from marrying someone else and having a child with them.