The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 56

“We had an agreement from the start,” he reminded her coldly. “You wanted to be Mrs. Sullivan, and I wanted a child. But I was never going to leave Penelope. You agreed to those terms.”

“But… but I love you,” she sobbed. “I love you so much that I was willing to betray my best friend and live in the shadows just to have your baby. How can you be so cruel to me?”

Seeing her cry, Zebulon softened slightly. He stood up and walked over to her. “Alright, don’t cry. You’ll upset the baby.”

“Are you still angry with me?”

“You put that… thing… in my pocket, and Penelope found it. Of course I’m still angry.”

“I’m sorry, darling. I promise I’ll never do it again.”

Zebulon pulled her into a brief hug and started to lead her back to her room. But Rebecca wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

“We can’t,” he whispered, pulling back. “What if Penelope sees?”

“She’s asleep. She won’t.”

“It’s too late.”

“Darling, I know you want Penelope, but she won’t let you touch her. You’re frustrated. I can… help you with that.”

“Rebecca, I can’t ask you to do that.”

“It’s not a burden. I want you too. I want my husband to love me.”

The guest room balcony was connected to the living room. Penelope stood there, watching as the two of them started going at it right on the floor, too consumed by lust to even make it to the bedroom. Their bodies twisted together, lost to the world.

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