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The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 176

Soon, Penelope was like putty in his hands, soft and pliable, letting him mold her and taste her as he pleased.

“Hubby…”

“What?”

“I’m now certain that you’re not angry with me anymore.”

Theodore gave her a firm, resounding slap on the backside.

“Did that hurt?”

“Yes!”

“Good. Now I’m really not angry.”

By the time Penelope slid off Theodore’s lap, her legs were weak, her voice was hoarse, and her hair and clothes were a mess. She looked like she had been thoroughly and delightfully ravaged.

Life isn’t easy, she thought. I sell my body and my skills.

“Hubby, I swear I will never make you angry again,” she said, her voice trembling dramatically.

Theodore, immensely satisfied with her attitude, suppressed a laugh. “Now you know how terrifying it is when your husband gets angry, don’t you?”

“Can I have some water?”

“Come here.”

He pulled her back onto his lap, picked up his own glass, and helped her take a few sips.

“It’s so sweet.”

“Is it?”

“It’s because I’m drinking from my husband’s glass.”

“That’s enough.”

“I’m so happy.”

“…”

“My husband is rich, handsome, has a great body, and is amazing in bed.”

“You’re laying it on a bit thick.”

“Marrying you makes me the luckiest woman in the world.”

“Penelope, I’m begging you. Please?”

“No.”

With a cold snort, Penelope turned to walk into her house.

“Are you trying to drive me to my death?” Mrs. Winters shrieked.

As if she had the time for that.

Penelope ignored her, but the next moment, Mrs. Winters threw herself against Penelope’s front gate with a loud thud.

Penelope whirled around in shock. Mrs. Winters had slumped to the ground, a cut on her forehead already starting to bleed.

“My son is my life… If you won’t help him… I’ll kill myself on your doorstep!”

At that exact moment, Rebecca ran over and grabbed Penelope’s arm.

“You bully my brother and drive my mother to suicide! I’ll kill you!”

Rebecca started clawing and pulling at her. Penelope instinctively flung her arm back to shake her off. Rebecca stumbled backward and collapsed onto the ground.

“Ugh, my stomach! It hurts!” she cried out. “Penelope, you’re trying to kill my entire family! How can you be so cruel?”

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