The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 72

“You’re lying! You slept with him!”

“Zebulon, I am not you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean? Are you accusing me of something?”

There was no need for accusations. It was a fact.

“I have always been faithful to you!”

“Ha.”

Her mocking expression was the final straw. His guilt and rage exploded. He grabbed the strap of her dress and yanked it. “How did your dress get torn? Was he that impatient? And you, you liked it, didn’t you? You probably threw yourself at him, offered yourself up for him to play with, you…”

SMACK!

Penelope poured all her fury into a single, stinging slap across his face.

“You are disgusting.”

The blow seemed to sober him up slightly. He looked at the torn strap in his hand and let go, a flicker of panic in his eyes.

“I… I just love you too much. You shouldn’t have started a fight with me. You broke my heart!”

“Get away from me.”

Penelope shoved him aside, picked up the jacket and her bag from the ground, and stormed toward the house.

“You saw all those so-called ‘successful men’ tonight. Is that it? You’re starting to look down on me, thinking I’m useless?” he yelled after her.

She had always known he was incompetent. It wasn’t a new revelation.

“I was only pretending to be average because I didn’t want you to feel inferior to me!”

Penelope scoffed. The excuses he came up with were truly pathetic.

“Penelope!” he roared, his voice cracking with desperation. “I will prove myself to you! I’m going to take over the KINY Group project myself, and I’ll make it a success! And when I do…”

When he did, what?

She was curious, so she turned back to look at him.

Zebulon gritted his teeth. “I will divorce you!”

At the mention of Penelope, Theodore’s expression grew even darker.

“I never want to see her again.”

“What? Why?”

“I’m not marrying her.”

“…”

“What were you thinking, setting me up with such a… a brazen hussy!”

His son hung up on him, fuming. Mr. Johnson blinked, then broke into a delighted grin.

“He’s angry again! He’s angry again! Choosing Penelope was the right move. My instincts are impeccable! But what did he mean by ‘brazen hussy’? Did Penelope do something to my boy? Excellent!”

“I must send her a gift.”

Penelope had just started to drift off when her phone buzzed with a bank alert. She opened it and shot up in bed, her eyes wide.

“Who… who just sent me a million dollars?”