The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 273

Penelope crouched down, tilting her head as she looked at Rebecca with a mischievous smile.

"Why the sudden need to kneel before me?"

Rebecca stared at Penelope's still-intact shoulder straps, her expression one of utter disbelief.

"How could..."

She had cut the straps with scissors. A gentle tug should have been enough to break them, causing the dress to fall and exposing Penelope in front of everyone, humiliating her completely.

But the straps hadn't broken. Instead, she was the one on her knees.

Rebecca's face was a mask of confusion, but Penelope was under no obligation to enlighten her.

"Are you repenting for your sins?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I've done nothing wrong! Why should I repent?"

Rebecca tried to get up, but Penelope deliberately stepped on her dress, pinning her down.

"What are you doing?"

Penelope's eyes narrowed. "You know, if you just offered a sincere, heartfelt apology..."

Rebecca sneered. "You'd forgive me?"

"I wouldn't forgive you then either!"

"I don't need your forgiveness!"

"Good to know!"

Rebecca gritted her teeth, glaring at Penelope with pure hatred.

Penelope's smile widened. "See all these people down here? They're all looking at their phones. Do you want to know what's so interesting?"

Rebecca looked out at the guests. Sure enough, at every table, people were on their phones, whispering to their neighbors. Some looked disgusted, others shook their heads in disapproval, and some were even laughing out loud.

Penelope kindly took out her phone and showed Rebecca the video that had suddenly gone viral online—the clip of their family's argument in the dressing room.

She had posted it herself and even paid to boost it.

"You whore, you piece of trash! You were in our wedding bed with my husband last night! How can you be so shameless?"

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