The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 232

“By the way, I heard from my mom that you’re marrying Theodore Stapleton?”

“Aren’t you going to congratulate me?”

“Ha!” Zebulon laughed out loud. “The party I’m going to tonight is hosted by Theodore himself. He’s even bringing his wife. I bet you, the supposed ‘Mrs. Stapleton,’ don’t even know where the party is being held.”

Penelope nodded. “You’re right, I actually don’t.”

“Of course you don’t, because you’re a fake!” Zebulon shook his head with a tsk. “Penelope, you always thought too highly of yourself. The truth is, besides me, no one would ever love you, let alone marry you!”

“You’re the one who thinks too highly of himself. Let me put it this way: even if Zenith Group had a collective brain aneurysm and actually gave you the commercial street project, you would still find a way to screw it up!”

“You’ve never respected me!”

“Is there anything about you worthy of respect?”

“Penelope, you just wait!”

“Fine. I’ll wait.”

Just as Penelope was about to leave, Rebecca ran out and called to him.

“Honey, the baby just kicked me! He must not want you to go out.”

Zebulon shot a glance at Penelope, then knelt on one knee, cupped Rebecca’s swollen belly, and placed a gentle kiss on it.

“Son, wait for Daddy to come home and read you a story.”

“Oh! He kicked me again! He heard you,” Rebecca exclaimed dramatically.

“Really?” Zebulon’s face lit up with joy. “Son, you heard Daddy, didn’t you?”

“He definitely heard you and responded!”

“My son is amazing!”

The two of them put on a show of blissful happiness, but the performance was painfully obvious.

“So fetuses can hear their parents talking? You two should be careful then. You wouldn’t want the baby to hear about his dad’s marriage fraud or his mom’s role as a homewrecker,” Penelope said with a smirk.

She climbed into the car and melted into his embrace.

“Honey, I’ve decided. I want to have three kids. No, five! I’m going to have five kids!”

Whatever it was, Penelope Laurier could not lose. Not in any aspect of her life.

Theodore raised an eyebrow. “Are you questioning my ability to deliver?”

Penelope burst out laughing and snuggled deeper into his arms. “Of course I trust you! My husband is so strong!”

The party was at one of Theodore’s seaside villas. It was Penelope’s first time there, but her cold left her feeling dizzy and drained. She had no energy to explore and was taken directly upstairs to the master bedroom to rest.

After a long nap, she felt much better.

Hearing lively noises from outside, she went to the window and saw a group of people gathered around a card table. Four men were playing poker, including Theodore and Zebulon.

The stakes were articles of clothing. Whoever lost a hand had to remove one item. Zebulon was already down to his underwear.