The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 135

“Of course we’re family! A proper, legitimate family!” Mrs. Winters declared, a triumphant glint in her eye.

Zebulon rushed forward, trying to stop her. “I’m warning you, don’t talk nonsense!”

“Ever since I got here, you’ve treated me with nothing but disrespect! I’m your elder! By rights, you should be calling me ‘Mom’!” Mrs. Winters swatted his pointing hand away and shouted.

“He should call you ‘Mom’?” Penelope’s eyes widened.

“Penelope, she’s lying! I… I…” Zebulon stammered, unable to form a coherent explanation.

“You think you’re worthy of being called ‘Mom’ by my son? Who do you think you are?” Mrs. Sullivan shrieked at Mrs. Winters. Then, fearing Penelope would connect the dots, she quickly added, “We don’t know this woman! She’s just a crazy old hag!”

“You’re the crazy old hag!” Mrs. Winters shot back.

“No, you are!”

“Have you forgotten what happened last night?”

“You want to try that again?”

“Anytime!”

Seeing that a fight was about to break out, the police officer intervened. “This isn’t your living room! Both of you, sit down and be quiet! Now, someone tell me, what is your relationship?”

“We have no relationship with her!” Mrs. Sullivan insisted.

“We are a family!” Mrs. Winters maintained.

“I’ve got it,” Penelope suddenly exclaimed, her eyes lighting up. She looked at Mrs. Winters. “You claim to be part of the Sullivan family, and you want Zebulon to call you ‘Mom,’ right?”

A sly, triumphant smile spread across Mrs. Winters’s face. She hadn’t said anything explicitly; Penelope had figured it out all on her own.

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