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The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 40

He was so furious at Zebulon’s words that his hands trembled, nearly dropping the plate.

“Penelope, please, eat the pasta,” Zebulon said, his tone practically pleading.

But Penelope’s expression remained like ice. “Just go.”

“Penelope…”

“I don’t believe a single word of the story you just made up.”

“But it’s the truth…”

“Get out!”

A flicker of anger ignited in Zebulon, but he forced it down.

“I’ll come see you tomorrow.”

With that, he stood and strode out of the room.

“Zebulon, I’ll see you out!”

Rebecca quickly dropped what she was doing and hurried after him, catching up just as he reached the elevator.

“I can’t believe Penelope,” she huffed. “You were practically groveling, and she’s still holding that one little mistake over your head!”

Zebulon’s eyes narrowed as he remembered the root of the problem, and he shot Rebecca a cold glare. “If it weren’t for you, Penelope wouldn’t be this angry in the first place!”

“I…” Rebecca lowered her head. “I just love you so much. I couldn’t help myself.”

“Loving me isn’t the problem,” he snapped. “The problem is you let Penelope find out!”

“It won’t happen again.”

Seeing her with her head bowed, her hands twisting the hem of her shirt in a display of timid vulnerability, Zebulon’s expression softened slightly.

“Fine. We’ll leave it at that for now.”

A wave of relief washed over Rebecca as she looked up at him. “Oh, honey, thank you for forgiving me.”

Zebulon savored her submission, pulling her into a brief embrace.

“Honey, tonight, are we…”

“Right,” he interrupted, pulling away. “The forecast said it might get cold tonight. Make sure Penelope has an extra blanket. And check on her during the night. If she’s kicked the covers off, pull them back over her. We can’t have her catching a cold—you know how much she hates taking medicine.”

The elevator arrived, its doors sliding open and swallowing him whole.

Rebecca stood there long after he was gone, a fire of jealousy threatening to burn her to ash.

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