The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 118

“What do you mean?”

“What do I mean? Are you an idiot? This is a fake wedding. You can’t have our friends and family see her. When Rebecca’s baby is born, how are you going to explain them to everyone?” Mrs. Sullivan scoffed. “But I will be inviting her stepfather and brother. With them there, she’ll have no choice but to swallow her pride and go through with it!”

“I can’t do that to Penelope,” Zebulon protested.

“You will do as I say. If we all play our parts, you can keep her in the dark indefinitely. Let her think she’s Mrs. Sullivan. Let her think you belong only to her. Give it three years—no, five—and I guarantee you’ll be sick of her. Then you can have a fake divorce and kick her to the curb.”

“I love Penelope, I can’t…”

“Don’t be a fool! What’s more important, a woman or your son? Besides, Rebecca is your real wife. If she can endure this humiliation, what are you fussing about?” Mrs. Sullivan took Rebecca’s hand. “Don’t worry. Zebulon is still your husband. He’ll take care of you, and I’ll make it up to you.”

Rebecca nodded, her eyes red. “The baby and I will wait for Zebulon to come to his senses.”

“But…”

“Have you forgotten how arrogant Penelope was? Demanding a divorce, calling you spineless. I know you’re still angry with her. You’re only tolerating this for the project, aren’t I right?” Mrs. Sullivan knew her son well.

Zebulon’s expression darkened at the memory of her past insults.

“Fine,” he conceded. “Do what you think is best.”

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The consultant from outside entered the fitting room and whispered something to the consultant helping Penelope. Both of their faces registered shock.

“Has your worldview been shattered?” Penelope asked with a wry smile.

The two consultants looked at each other awkwardly, unsure what to say.

“Don’t worry,” Penelope said. “Mine’s been shattered a few times already.”

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