The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 283

Penelope repeated her story over and over until she was exhausted. “My wedding is tomorrow,” she said finally, her voice strained. “Can I please call my fiancé?”

Theodore arrived shortly after, looking like he’d rushed straight through the night. The moment she saw him, tears streamed down her face, and she threw herself into his arms. He held her tight, his heart aching as he kissed her forehead.

“Don’t be afraid,” he murmured. “I’m here.”

The release process was surprisingly swift. Not long after, Penelope was free, her tears mostly spent. She immediately found a sturdy-looking stick, ready to march over to the Sullivans and give them a piece of her mind.

“Our wedding starts in four hours,” Theodore reminded her gently.

“Four hours?” Penelope nodded, her eyes blazing. “That’s enough time for me to teach them a lesson!”

Theodore chuckled, pulling her back into his arms and peppering her face with kisses. “We can’t be late for our own wedding.”

“But I can’t just let it go.”

“Leave it to me. I’ll make them understand what happens when they cross you.”

Fresh tears welled in her eyes. “I never did anything to wrong them. I thought of them as family, I treated them with sincerity, and they… they deceived me, framed me…”

“They’re not worth it.”

“They’re such horrible people!”

“And horrible people deserve to be dealt with harshly.”

“I want to beat them until they’re on their knees, begging for mercy!”

“You don’t have to lift a finger. I’ll handle it.”

“I want them to regret everything they’ve ever done to me!”

“Alright. They’ll repent before you.”

“I want to slap each of them. No, ten times each!”

“As long as you don’t mind your hand getting sore.”

Penelope had been gritting her teeth in fury, but his comment made her let out an involuntary snort of laughter.

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