The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 172

“That won’t be necessary,” Penelope said quickly, not because she was being merciful, but because his apology would be worthless.

Mr. Sullivan, however, misinterpreted her response as a sign of respect and nodded in satisfaction.

“You and Zebulun need to stop this fighting. It’s time to focus on building your life together and running our family business.”

“Oh? But didn’t he just say he wanted to divorce me?” Penelope asked with wide-eyed innocence.

“That’s right, I do! She has another man! I saw him leave her house with my own eyes last night!” Zebulon declared angrily.

“Nonsense!” Mr. Sullivan snapped. “I trust Penelope. She would never do anything to betray you.”

Penelope clicked her tongue. Such unwavering faith.

“Dad, I saw him—”

“Quiet!” Mr. Sullivan shot his son a venomous glare. “Haven’t you made enough of a mess? Are you trying to destroy Stone Group?”

Zebulon understood his father’s meaning and fell silent with a frustrated grunt. “Fine. I’ll drop it.”

Mr. Sullivan patted his shoulder with a look that said, I know you’re suffering, son, then turned back to Penelope.

“Penelope, whatever happened in the past, we need to put it behind us. Right now, the KINY Group project is the priority. It’s about time we signed the contract, don’t you think?”

“Has your design proposal been approved?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“That’s just a formality. It all comes down to you.”

“If we went with your last proposal, we might as well rebrand the mall from a luxury shopping center to a discount flea market.”

“Then we’ll use your original design.”

“Are you even paying attention? Our mall has acquired the electronics complex to the west, and we need to make significant changes to align with Zenith Group’s new commercial street development. We sent Stone Group the updated schematics. Did you just ignore them?”

The Sullivans were silent.

“Next Monday, we’ll be meeting with both your company and your competitor to review the final proposals. A decision will likely be made then. You still have time to make revisions. I suggest you use it wisely.”

With that, she turned to leave.

“If you dare give this project to another company, I swear I will divorce you!” Zebulon shouted after her.

Penelope, who had just unlocked her car, let out a short, sharp laugh. “Why wait? We can go to the courthouse right now.”

“I’m sorry, but—”

“I’m his wife. Do I need an appointment?”

“Oh!”

Five minutes later, Linda came down to escort her. In the elevator, Linda kept stealing curious glances at Penelope.

“Does he know I’m here?” Penelope asked.

“Yes, I informed Mr. Stapleton. He asked me to bring you up.”

“Oh.”

Penelope suppressed a smile. If he was letting her come up, did that mean he wasn’t angry anymore?

When she entered his office, Theodore was just finishing a document. He dismissed his secretary, and the door clicked shut behind her. He looked up, his eyes cold and distant.

“If you’re free, we can go exchange that marriage certificate for a divorce decree.”