The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 2

Penelope’s throat tightened. “Are… are you sure you’re not mistaken?”

“There’s no mistake.”

Penelope’s heart shattered. Her husband wasn’t her husband. He was her “best friend’s” husband.

The sharp, sweet sound of a violin cut through the air. Numbly, Penelope turned back toward the terrace.

Under a canopy of stars, surrounded by flowers, Zebulon took Rebecca’s hand. They began to sway to the romantic melody, lost in their own world. The large screen behind them changed again, now showing a picture of them on a cruise ship.

Penelope had a copy of that same photo. Except in her version, she was in it, too, standing right beside them. They had cropped her out.

My God, she had even been the one to plan that trip.

A wave of pure fury threatened to consume her. Clenching her fists, she started forward, ready to storm onto the terrace and demand they explain how they could do this to her.

Just then, Rebecca pulled something from her clutch and held it up for Zebulon to see.

His eyes widened. He snatched it from her, staring at it intently before a look of pure, unadulterated joy spread across his face.

Penelope froze. In Rebecca’s hand was a pregnancy test. She’d used them herself a few times, each one a fresh stab of disappointment.

“I’m going to be a dad! I’m going to be a dad!” Zebulon, usually so composed, shouted with giddy excitement, wanting the whole world to share in his happiness.

And just like that, Penelope understood everything.

Two hours later, she followed Zebulon’s car back to the Sullivan estate.

The moment Rebecca stepped out of the car, Mrs. Sullivan rushed out from the house to greet her.

“Rebecca, my dear girl! Zebulon just called and told me you’re pregnant! Oh, this is the most wonderful news! This is exactly why I told him not to marry Penelope in the first place. After that car accident damaged her womb, she was useless to us!”

Rebecca squeezed Mrs. Sullivan’s hand. “It was worth the wait.”

“You’re such a good child, always so understanding. That’s what I love about you.”

Penelope watched as her mother-in-law, a woman who had only ever treated her with cold disdain, lovingly took Rebecca’s hand, calling her “my dear girl” and ushering her into the Sullivan home.

“I know an old physician who once examined you. She was confident she could help you conceive. I trust her judgment.”

Penelope didn’t know who this doctor was or when she could have possibly examined her, but after everything that had happened, she no longer doubted Mr. Johnson’s capabilities.

She glanced one last time at the brightly lit Sullivan estate. It had been the place she called home.

But not anymore.

“Alright,” she said, her voice firm. “I accept. I’ll marry your son.”

“Excellent!”

“But I want a grand wedding,” she added. “And I want it soon.”

“Of course! When the Johnsons welcome a new daughter-in-law, the entire city will know about it!”

A wedding of that scale would take time to prepare. They settled on a date one month from now.