The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 324

“Penelope, please, just go to the police and tell them it was all a misunderstanding. Ask them to let Zebulon go.”

There it was. The real reason for this performance.

An apology with an agenda could never be sincere.

Penelope leaned down, a faint, chilling smile on her lips. “Let’s say I do go to the police and get Zebulon released. What’s in it for me?”

“We… we can be best friends again!”

A sharp bark of laughter escaped Penelope’s lips.

“That’s an offer I’ll have to refuse. A snake like you for a friend? I’d rather keep my distance, thanks.”

Rebecca’s face flushed a deep red. “Then… then what do you want? I’ll give you anything!”

“Oh? And what, exactly, do you have to offer?”

“I…”

“You’re penniless. The fact that you’re even asking what I could possibly want from you is a joke in itself. And if there’s nothing in it for me, why should I help you? Based on our past friendship? That’s long dead and buried, replaced by nothing but contempt. So, no. I have no reason to save him.”

With a final, dismissive scoff, Penelope turned to get back in her car.

“If you don’t help Zebulon, then my baby and I will die right here in front of you!”

Rebecca suddenly pulled a fruit knife from her purse and pressed the blade to her own throat. Her expression was resolute, a clear threat that if Penelope dared to drive away, she would end her own life.

Penelope merely smirked, slid back into the driver’s seat, and pulled away from the curb.

She had just started down the street when Mrs. Sullivan appeared out of nowhere, throwing herself in front of the car.

Penelope slammed on the brakes. A flash of triumph crossed Mrs. Sullivan’s face.

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