The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 381

The night was long.

Penelope felt like a fish caught in a raging sea. He would toss her to the crest of a wave, only to let her crash back down into the depths. She would struggle, gasping for air, and just as she was about to drown, she would finally cling to him. But he was cruel, allowing her only a moment’s breath before dragging her back into the storm.

“I was wrong…” she sobbed, her voice hoarse, begging for his mercy.

But he wouldn’t relent, his lips brushing against her ear. “Wrong about what?”

“I shouldn’t have… thought about…” she cried.

“Divorce?”

“You told me not to say it…”

“Your words were like a knife.”

“I’m sorry…”

“You stabbed me.”

“Sorry…”

“Now I’m going to stab you back.”

“Don’t…”

He took her again and again, until she no longer had the strength to even beg. All she could do was cry, her tears running dry long before the sky began to lighten. She was truly terrified now. She would never say those words again.

The punishment finally ended just as she was about to pass out. The man who had been a savage only moments before gently gathered her in his arms, cleaned her, and carried her back to bed, cradling her against him. She rested her head on his chest, listening to the strong, steady beat of his heart, and felt fresh tears well up in her eyes.

“Your mother called me a defective product.”

“I told her I’m in love with you.”

“She said I was Cinderella.”

“I told her you’re the only one for me, for the rest of my life.”

“She said I was greedy.”

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