The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 241

Zebulon tried to pin her against the door, but Penelope fought back violently. With a growl of frustration, he grabbed the back of her head and slammed it forward.

CRACK.

Her head exploded with pain, and her vision went black for a second.

"Penelope, you have no idea how much I love you," he panted, his voice desperate. "These days without you, I've been going insane!"

He pressed his weight against her, his hands tearing at her clothes.

"Give in, just give in! Penelope, you're my everything!"

He was flushed with excitement, his breath hot and ragged.

Penelope shook her head to clear it. Her body reacted before her mind could catch up. She drove her elbow back, hard. As he staggered away, she spun around, brought her knee up sharply into his gut, and as he doubled over in pain, she delivered a powerful kick that sent him sprawling to the floor.

The sequence was fluid and brutal. By the time her mind fully registered what had happened, Zebulon was on his hands and knees, gasping for air.

Her eyes cold, Penelope stalked over to him and slapped him twice across the face.

The sharp cracks echoed in the room. Zebulon spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Don't… don't hit me…"

He curled up, covering his head. It was as if he was only now realizing his mistake.

"I… I drank too much last night. I wasn't thinking straight."

Not thinking?

Penelope’s lip curled in a sneer. She grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked his head back, forcing him to look at her.

"You said you love me?" she asked, her voice dangerously low.

"I… I love you…"

She slapped him again, harder this time.

"Still love me?"

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