The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 475

Ten months later, Timothy arrived at the Stapleton estate holding a chubby, pink-cheeked baby boy, whom he placed in Theodore’s arms.

“They’re twins, both boys. This is the older one. My sister kept the younger one.”

Theodore stared at the child, momentarily lost in thought, before giving a cool, detached nod.

“Fine.”

As Timothy was about to leave, he felt compelled to add one more thing.

“My sister will take good care of the other baby, so you don’t need to worry about them. You should take care of yourself and this little one.”

“I don’t need her concern. And frankly, I’m not worried about her in the slightest.”

Timothy knew Theodore resented Penelope, though he never understood how things had gotten so bad between them. But Penelope had told him that every choice was her own, and she had no regrets.

“I understand.”

After Timothy left, Theodore looked down at the tiny baby sleeping soundly in his arms, his heart filled with a complex mix of emotions that was quickly replaced by his familiar coldness.

He had always been a cold person; Penelope was the only one who had ever managed to warm his heart. Now, he was simply returning to his old self.

It was for the best. This was the version of himself he was used to.

Penelope and Natalie hadn't gone far. They had settled in a small, scenic, and still largely undeveloped town, nestled just beyond a county outside Orenth.

The two of them bought a house, renovated it to their liking, and began a quiet, pastoral life with their two children.

The town was small, and most of the young people had left to find work elsewhere, leaving behind a community of seniors.

Their house was at the west end of town, and the local elders had a habit of playing cards and chatting on the concrete patio out front. Since Penelope and Natalie enjoyed the company, they put up an awning, and the space quickly became the town's social hub.

More and more of the town's seniors started gathering there, and the two women quickly integrated into the life of the town.

Six years flew by. The clamor of their past and the tranquility of their present felt like two different worlds.

One day, Cindy rushed over, holding her phone. “Hey, doesn’t the actress in this show look just like Natalie?”

The seniors playing cards immediately gathered around. One, whose eyesight was failing, put on his reading glasses to get a better look.

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