The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 269

The night before his wedding, the groom was in the wedding bed with another woman?

And it was being broadcast live to the bride?

While the bride's family, friends, and bridesmaids were all watching...

"Don't look! Everyone, close your eyes! Turn off the TV! Yes, turn it off!" Rebecca, furious and frantic, screamed as she lunged for the television and yanked the plug from the wall.

The screen went dark. The room was silent for a long moment as everyone processed what they had just seen.

Finally, someone whispered, "The groom has really gone too far."

Others murmured in agreement, and soon the room was buzzing with discussion.

"Once a man starts cheating, he'll do it a second time, and a thousand times after that."

"A leopard can't change its spots."

"But... can the wedding still happen?"

At that question, all eyes turned to Rebecca.

Rebecca was trembling with rage, her face pale, but she didn't curse the cheating man and the other woman. Instead, she rounded on Penelope.

"You did this on purpose! You deliberately humiliated me to ruin my wedding! Penelope, and to think I still wanted to be your friend. You're despicable!"

Penelope blinked. "You're saying I did it on purpose? Did I tie them to the bed?"

"You—you're happy now, aren't you? Satisfied?"

"I'm actually quite relieved I got rid of that scumbag in time. But I should thank you. You're the one who showed me his true colors and took him off my hands, saving me from a lifetime of misery."

"You!"

"Of course, you knew what he was like from the beginning. You weren't after his character anyway, were you?"

"Penelope!"

"The wedding can still go on as planned, right?"

Rebecca gritted her teeth, her fists clenched so tight her knuckles turned white. In the end, she couldn't bring herself to say the words: "This wedding is off!"

She swallowed her rage and forced a smile. "Men will be men. As long as he loves me, as long as his heart is with me, and as long as I'm the one he's legally married to, why should I care about the small stuff?"

The words sounded pragmatic, but they reeked of humiliation. By the time she finished, Rebecca's eyes were red.

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