The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 31

So, the whole family thought they could make a fool of her? They thought they could disgust her without consequence? Fine. She’d let them have their fun, and then she’d make them cry.

“Honey, what is wrong with you?” Zebulon demanded, cradling his cheek.

“What’s wrong with me?”

Penelope wound up and slapped him again.

“I’ll show you what’s wrong!”

“You…”

Slap! Slap! Slap!

Three more slaps in quick succession left not only Zebulon stunned, but Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan and Rebecca as well.

“You… you dare hit my son! I… I’ll kill you!” Mrs. Sullivan screeched, jumping to her feet, ready for a fight.

Rebecca, ever the opportunist, stepped forward before Mrs. Sullivan could. “Penelope, you’ve gone too far! How could you hit—Ah!”

Another sharp slap, this time landing squarely on Rebecca’s face.

“Oh, Rebecca, I’m so sorry! That was an accident!” Penelope said, feigning shock.

“You…” Rebecca clutched her burning cheek. The slap had been hard, but to maintain her ‘good friend’ persona, she couldn’t lash out. She gritted her teeth. “I-I’m fine, but Zebulon is a grown man. Hitting him like that is just… it’s awful.”

“It’s more than awful, it’s despicable!” Mrs. Sullivan shrieked.

“Zebulon, look at the woman you married! No manners, no decency, no class! I don’t know what kind of creature she is!” Mr. Sullivan roared.

“Penelope, if you were upset with me, you could have taken it out on me in private,” Zebulon said, his voice cold. “But to make a scene like this in front of my parents… you’ve really crossed a line.”

They’d all had their say, had they? Well, now it was her turn.

Penelope fixed her gaze on Zebulon. “Do you know why I hit you?”

“You’ve obviously misunderstood something,” he said, frowning. “But if you tell me what it is, I can explain. You can’t just resort to violence without even asking.”

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