The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 246

"Teaming up with an outsider to bully your own wife? You call yourself a man!"

Seeing her son get hit and berated, Mrs. Sullivan grabbed a nearby broom and started swinging.

"Get out of my house, you old hag!"

With his mother joining the fray, Zebulon jumped back in. The two of them ganged up on Mrs. Winters, one hitting her with the broom while the other kicked. Freed from Mrs. Winters' grip, Anna finally had a chance to fight back.

"Three of you against my mom!"

Rebecca was so furious she could see stars. Seeing her mother losing the fight, she charged forward to help. But as she rushed in, someone bumped into her, and she fell hard to the ground.

"Ah! It hurts! I'm… I'm bleeding!"

The fight stopped instantly. Seeing that Rebecca really was bleeding from between her legs, Mrs. Sullivan’s voice trembled as she cried out, "Quick, call an ambulance!"

Across the way, watching the chaos unfold, Penelope almost collapsed with laughter.

The ambulance came and went, leaving only Anna behind. She seemed remarkably composed. After calmly finishing another cup of coffee, she stood up, walked over to Penelope's gate, and stared at her through the bars.

Penelope was genuinely confused. She clapped the dust off her hands and walked to the gate.

"You and I never really had much to do with each other, not in college, not in the years since we started working. So where is all this… resentment coming from?"

Resentment seemed like the right word.

Anna narrowed her eyes. "You say we never had much to do with each other?"

"Did we?"

"Do you even know my name?"

"Anna. To be honest, I only remembered it when Zebulon said it. Looking at you, I just thought you looked familiar, maybe a senior from a year above me at Orenth. That's it."

The words seemed to hit Anna like a punch. "You don't even remember me!"

"Why should I?"

"Then do you remember Gary?"

Penelope blinked. "Was he a student at Orenth University too?"

Penelope: Will you be thinking of me too?

Theodore: No time. I'm working.

Penelope rolled her eyes. He had a knack for setting a trap the moment she started flirting, just waiting to spring it on her. But she wasn't one to lose.

She replied: A man who works hard is the sexiest. I wish I could see my husband right now!

He didn't text back. She had probably laid it on too thick.

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At seven o'clock that evening, Penelope got ready and left for the restaurant.

Just as she was arriving, she received a text from Theodore. Something had come up last minute; he had to leave for an urgent business trip to Wye.

It was impossible not to feel disappointed, but she understood. She still had to eat, so she went into the restaurant anyway and ordered a meal for one.

But as luck would have it, she had just settled in when Yvonne walked in, arm in arm with Donald, the two of them laughing and talking.