The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 435

Penelope clenched her fists. No wonder Yvonne could still laugh after being slapped.

She thought that if she told Theodore this, he would divorce Penelope, giving Yvonne another chance.

"Theodore, I know you must hate her now. You must regret marrying her! It's okay. Divorce her. I... I'll be by your side!"

Yvonne sounded desperate, her rapid breathing audible even through the door.

In contrast, Theodore took several long drags from a cigarette, trying to calm himself, but it wasn't working.

"Are you out of your damn mind?"

"Theodore..."

"You're telling me to divorce my wife? Who the hell do you think you are?"

"I told you she's my father's other daughter, didn't you hear me?"

"Has she acknowledged your father?"

"Huh?"

"Don't you dare try to associate her with your family!"

"She's the one who killed Lorraine!"

"Say that one more time."

"She... Ah!"

Hearing Yvonne scream, Penelope burst into the stairwell in a panic. She found Theodore holding Yvonne by the collar, dangling half her body over the railing, her feet barely touching the ground.

"Theodore!"

She rushed over, grabbing both Theodore's arm and Yvonne's, trying to pull her back to safety. But Theodore's grip was like iron; he wouldn't let go.

"Don't do this!" Penelope's voice trembled. She saw the fierce, bloodshot look in Theodore's eyes and realized he might actually...

For some reason, her heart began to ache with a sharp, tearing pain, as if a piece of it was being sliced away.

He wasn't indifferent to what happened that day. He was just suppressing it.

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