The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 310

“The grandfather said she married into a powerful family. Does anyone know who she is?”

Each comment was a blow, making her vision swim. She wanted to defend herself, but she knew her single voice was no match for the mob.

When she backed out of the comments section, she saw that the video’s view and comment counts had skyrocketed again.

Just then, a message from Zebulon popped up: “This is your judgment day, Penelope. Enjoy it.”

She clenched her fist. When she clicked back into the app, the video was gone from the trending list. She searched for it, but it had vanished completely.

What…?

As she was trying to figure it out, an unknown number called.

Penelope answered. A heavy sigh came from the other end.

“Do you know who this is?”

The voice was female, authoritative, and calm.

Penelope’s lips tightened. “Hello, Mrs. Stapleton.”

It was Theodore’s mother. She must have been the one who had the video taken down.

“Handle your affairs. Do not tarnish the Stapleton name.”

“I will.”

Before she could say more, Mrs. Stapleton hung up.

Penelope’s head drooped. She didn’t want to face the Lancasters; she was terrified of them. She could be weak for once, she could lean on someone else, right?

She picked up her phone, ready to call the man across the ocean. But as her thumb hovered over the button, a voice echoed in her mind.

Don’t be a fool, Penelope. The moment you lower your armor and rely on someone else, you lose control of the game. You become the sheep, ready for slaughter. You can’t let that happen. Not ever.

She quickly canceled the call.

Penelope Laurier did not lose. Not now, not ever.

The next day, Penelope and Timothy saw David off at the train station.

David was still worried, but he didn’t say so. He just hugged Penelope and reminded her that she had family who loved her.

“Dad, I’ll come visit as soon as I’m craving your braised pork,” Penelope said, trying to sound cheerful.

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