The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 27

Back in her car, Penelope tossed the bag of herbs onto the passenger seat. Just as she was about to head home, her phone rang.

“Penelope, do you remember what tomorrow is?”

It was Rebecca, her voice light and cheerful, as if the unpleasantness of last night had never happened.

What was tomorrow? Penelope thought for a moment, and then her expression darkened.

“It’s your third wedding anniversary with Zebulon!”

“Oh, you’re right. I completely forgot,” she replied, her lips pulling into a tight smile.

“I knew you would, so I’ve been keeping track for you.”

“Rebecca, you’re such a good friend.”

“Of course. We’re best friends, aren’t we?”

“But with everything that’s happened lately, I’m really not in the mood to celebrate.”

“If you’re not up for it, why don’t you let me plan something for you?”

Penelope’s eyes narrowed. “Oh, but that would be so much trouble.”

“For you, no trouble is too much.”

“Well… alright then.”

“Wait for my call tomorrow!”

“Okay.”

Hanging up, Penelope couldn’t contain her anger any longer. She slammed her fist against the steering wheel. Rebecca knew perfectly well that her marriage to Zebulon was a sham, yet she was pretending to help her celebrate their anniversary. She just wanted a front-row seat to her humiliation!

Rebecca! After all the years Penelope had treated her like a family, this was how she repaid her—with mockery and deceit.

When she arrived back at the Sullivan estate, she pulled her car into the garage just as the family driver, Hogan, was pulling another car out. As she got out, she saw Mrs. Sullivan emerging from the house with a small suitcase. Hogan rushed over to take it from her and load it into the trunk.

“Are you going somewhere, Mom?” Penelope asked, walking over.

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