The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 9

Zebulon was genuinely angry that Penelope had rejected his “gift.” He didn’t say a word to her on the entire drive home. When they arrived, Mrs. Sullivan saw her son’s foul mood and immediately shot Penelope a venomous glare.

Penelope ignored her and went upstairs to change.

When she came down for dinner, Mr. Sullivan and Zebulon were not eating at home. Mrs. Sullivan was sitting alone at the table, where no place had been set for her.

“Seeing as you’re in such a temper, I figured you weren’t hungry. I told Luna not to prepare anything for you.”

“Is that so?”

Just then, Luna came out of the kitchen with a platter of food. Penelope moved to take it from her. Since she used to help with dinner preparations, Luna assumed she was offering to help now and handed it over without a second thought.

But Penelope feigned a clumsy fumble, letting the platter slip through her fingers. It crashed to the floor.

Mrs. Sullivan immediately rounded on her. “What is wrong with you? You can’t even do something as simple as carrying a plate? This family truly got the short end of the stick with you!”

“It was an accident,” Penelope said, her face a mask of distress. She rushed into the kitchen, grabbed a new plate, and then proceeded to scoop the spilled food from the floor back onto it. She then slammed the plate down in front of Mrs. Sullivan.

“What… what do you think you’re doing?”

“Eat up. Don’t let it go to waste.”

“You want me to eat garbage off the floor?”

“Isn’t garbage right up your alley?”

“You—!”

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