The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 222

Hamilton nodded sagely. “Norton’s assessment of me is quite accurate.”

Natalie just smiled and massaged her temples. “Norton, I trust my husband. But either way, this is none of your business. And for the record, I could never have feelings for you.”

“I’m younger than him, better-looking than him, and I love you more than he does! I’d treat you better than he ever could! Why can’t you love me?” Norton’s eyes turned red.

“Norton!” Theodore shot up, grabbed his brother by the shoulders, and started dragging him toward the door.

“Theodore, it’s okay! We don’t mind,” Natalie said quickly, afraid he was about to beat Norton up.

“You may not mind, but I do! I can’t take this humiliation!”

“Whose reputation am I ruining? My love is the noblest of all! I—Ah, that hurts!”

Amid Norton’s shrieks, Theodore hauled him out of the room.

Timothy, knowing he was in the wrong, followed meekly behind them.

Before she left, Penelope apologized profusely to Natalie and Hamilton. The two brothers were one thing, but she had gotten involved too, which made her feel incredibly foolish.

“Ms. Laurier,” Natalie said, extending a hand. “Putting Hamilton aside, Theodore and I have been friends for a long time. Welcome to our little group.”

Penelope smiled graciously and shook her hand. “Please, call me Penelope.”

“Penelope.”

After the brief introduction, she hurried to catch up with the others.

Back at the villa, Norton, sure enough, got a thrashing. Penelope and Timothy stood by, watching coldly. If it weren’t for that kid, this whole massive misunderstanding never would have happened. Being a fan was one thing, but his level of obsession was a serious problem—especially since the object of his affection was his own brother’s best friend’s wife. He’d even staged a suicide attempt during their wedding and was now eagerly awaiting their divorce.

This kid was a lost cause.

“You must have made a killing tonight, kid.”

“By the way, some rich lady want to sponsor you through school… offering three grand a month!”

“She’s a bit demanding, but that’s her only flaw. Don’t you dare turn her down!”

Hearing the recording, Timothy finally realized what was happening. He lunged forward and slammed the laptop shut. “You hacked my phone! You… you…”

Theodore raised an eyebrow. “So it’s okay for you to hack my computer, but I can’t hack your phone?”

“I…”

“You’ve got some skills, I’ll give you that. But it’s time you learned a lesson!”

Penelope was already furious. She grabbed a fistful of Timothy’s hair. “You worked as an escort? Timothy, you are so dead!”