The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 282

“Penelope, where would you be today without me?” Zebulon retorted. “You’re ungrateful, and you’ve done nothing but embarrass me and disgrace the Sullivan family. This is exactly what you deserve!”

Ward stood up then, looking at Penelope with a sigh of feigned disappointment. “I mentored you, I gave you opportunities, and this is how you repay me—with betrayal. But as an elder, let me offer you a piece of advice: confess early, serve your time, and you’ll get out sooner. Maybe then you’ll still have a future.”

With that, Ward turned to leave.

“Ward, remember this,” Penelope’s voice was a low growl. “You’re the one who burned this bridge.”

“And?” he sneered over his shoulder. “You’re in here. What are you going to do to me?”

“I will make you pay.”

“Officers, did you hear that? Now she’s threatening me!” Ward shook his head with a condescending smile. “Good will always triumph over evil, Penelope. I’ll be waiting.”

After Ward left, Zebulon also rose to his feet.

“Penelope, for old times’ sake, I’ll have some clothes and toiletries sent over for you. Be good in there. Try to turn over a new leaf.”

“Zebulon, from this day forward, you are the biggest stain on my life.”

He just smiled. “But Penelope, your life is over.”

When the father and son returned home, Mrs. Sullivan had Luna prepare a celebratory meal. Upon hearing that Penelope was behind bars, she burst out laughing.

“Excellent! Just excellent! That bitch is finally getting what she deserves!”

Ward took off his coat and sat at the dining table, pouring himself a full glass of wine and downing it in one gulp. “I didn’t want to stoop to her level, but she kept disgracing our family. I had no choice.”

“She’s had me so stressed these past few days I could barely eat or sleep. I think I’ve sprouted a dozen new wrinkles,” Mrs. Sullivan said, refilling his glass. “This is such a relief.”

“Hmph. She’s not getting out of this one. She’s going to prison.”

“You two have me to thank for that,” she boasted. “When we diverted that ten million, I had the foresight to have Zebulon set up a shell company. It was a precaution, just in case Penelope ever found out the truth and tried to come after us.”

“That’s more like it!”

Mrs. Sullivan led Rebecca to sit beside Zebulon. “And speaking of good news, I have something wonderful to tell you.”

She recounted how Penelope had been taken into custody, and Rebecca’s face lit up with joy.

“Really?”

“Yes, and there’s no way she’s getting out of it this time.”

The family settled in, raising their glasses in a toast before the conversation turned to the Stapleton wedding.

“We’re all attending the Stapleton wedding tomorrow,” Mrs. Sullivan announced. “I must say, I’m quite curious about this Mrs. Stapleton.”

“Me too,” Rebecca added. “But we’ll finally get to see her tomorrow.”