The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 224

“Penelope, I’ve been waiting for you all morning! Where have you been?”

Penelope arched an eyebrow at Susan and the trailing Rebecca. “What do you want?”

Susan wrung her hands. “Look… I really didn’t mean to hit your car the other day. Do you think… you could let me off the hook for the payment?”

Penelope tilted her head, studying her. “You were so smug before. What happened? Can’t afford to pay, so the attitude’s gone?”

“That was… just a misunderstanding.”

“A misunderstanding?” Penelope scoffed. “You paid Rebecca that much to falsely accuse me of stealing your phone—that was a misunderstanding? You threatened to make my dad kneel to you in the snow—that was a misunderstanding? You went around school calling me a homewrecker—that was a misunderstanding?”

“I…”

“Honestly, where do you get the nerve to ask me to let you go?”

“I was wrong! I’m apologizing, okay?”

“Please! An apology from you isn’t worth a damn cent, not even if you got on your knees. I’d be more worried about you dirtying my driveway!”

“Penelope, I’ve apologized! Don’t push it!”

“Oh, I’m pushing it. What are you going to do about it?”

Rebecca frowned. “Penelope, we were classmates for four years. Have some decency. That’s enough.”

“You shut up. If she’s the one stirring the pot, you’re the crap at the bottom. Come to think of it, if you hadn’t misled her, none of this would have happened!”

“That’s a horrible thing to say!” Rebecca’s face flushed with anger.

“You two really are perfect for each other. Two peas in a pod, cut from the same cloth. The same brand of shameless, bottom-feeding, morally bankrupt, backstabbing, soulless scum!”

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