The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 463

I wish I had never met her…

He regrets it, doesn't he? He regrets marrying her.

Penelope stood frozen. For a moment, she had believed the storm clouds between them might part, but now she saw they were thicker and darker than ever.

While she was still holding out hope, he was already suffocating under the weight of it all.

After Theodore finished venting his anger at Carson, he suddenly saw Penelope, and a look of shock and panic washed over him.

Penelope forced a smile. "You're here."

Theodore opened his mouth, but no words came out.

"I just went upstairs to pack a few things. I'm taking them home now," she said, trying to sound casual as she walked toward the door.

Theodore caught up with her at the door.

"I... I drank too much. I didn't mean some of the things I said," he tried to explain.

Penelope nodded with a smile. "I know."

Seeing Penelope's forced smile, Theodore suddenly felt his mind spin into chaos.

"You don't know!"

"Theodore…"

"You can't possibly understand how I feel right now!" he yelled.

"Maybe not."

"But how can you not understand!"

"What is it you want from me?" she asked, her voice still calm, as if she were already an outsider to his pain.

Theodore looked at her calm expression and laughed helplessly.

"All these emotions are mine alone. You... you don't have to pay any attention to me."

"Okay."

"Don't leave me."

"Let me drive you home first."

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