The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 303

“Our demands aren’t unreasonable, Penelope. You can make all of this happen, can’t you?” Mrs. Sullivan asked, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

A corner of Penelope’s mouth twitched. “Yes, I suppose I can.”

Mrs. Sullivan beamed. “As soon as you meet our conditions, we’ll shut Chasel up for good. We guarantee he’ll never bother you again.”

“I’ll deal with Chasel myself,” Penelope said, her voice dropping to a low hum. “As for the rest of you… it’s time for a reality check.”

“What do you mean?” Mrs. Sullivan’s brow furrowed. “You’re not going to agree? Are you afraid of…”

“You’ve been keeping toy boys ever since you married Ward,” Penelope cut in, her eyes fixed on Mrs. Sullivan. “A new one every year or two.”

Mrs. Sullivan paled. “You—you’re lying!”

“And you’ve had multiple abortions to hide them.”

“You… you…” Mrs. Sullivan turned frantically to her husband. “She’s making it all up, Ward! Don’t let her fool you!”

Ward narrowed his eyes. “Of course she is. She’s just trying to use our own tactics against us. I’m not falling for it.”

Mrs. Sullivan breathed a sigh of relief, then sneered at Penelope. “We’re not stupid, Penelope. Your little tricks won’t work on us.”

Penelope nodded. “Then I’ll continue. The money you told Ward was for charity? You spent it all on your lovers.”

“Lies! It’s all lies!”

“For the past year, it’s been a young fitness instructor. To make things easier, you even set him up in an apartment right here in this complex.”

“Ha! That’s ridiculous! Who would believe you?”

Penelope glanced at Ward, who was sipping his drink with a look of determined skepticism. “You’ve probably seen him around the house. I know I have. You told me he was here to fix the plumbing.”

“What? You have a son?” Mrs. Sullivan erupted, turning on Ward.

Ward gritted his teeth. “Are you an idiot? She’s trying to turn us against each other! None of it is true!”

“Unlike you, I don’t mix truth with lies. Everything I’ve said is true,” Penelope stated calmly. “You both know that what I said about you is real. Which means what I said about the other is real too.”

The logic was undeniable. The couple glared at each other with pure hatred.

Penelope smirked and turned to Zebulon. “The baby Rebecca is carrying… it’s not a boy. It’s a girl.”

Zebulon’s head whipped toward Rebecca. “Is that true?” The only reason the Sullivans had gone through with the wedding was because she’d sworn she was pregnant with a son.

Rebecca frantically shook her head, but before she could speak, Penelope delivered the final blow. “And Zebulon promised Anna that as soon as you give birth, he’s going to divorce you and marry her.”

Rebecca’s jaw tightened. “Zebulon!”