The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 400

Mrs. Bishop let out a sigh before turning to the camera. “Edith, I don’t know where you are in the world, but if you see this, I want you to know that Donald has organized an art exhibition for you. I hope you’ll come and see it, to see how much he still cares. And…”

She paused for dramatic effect.

“That’s enough—” Donald started, realizing what she was about to do and signaling the host.

But Mrs. Bishop seized the moment. “And I hope you will apologize to me and to Donald. I have been subjected to baseless slander because of you, and you deeply hurt Donald all those years ago. He still hasn't healed from that wound. You owe us an apology!”

Penelope let out an audible scoff. How could she say such things with a straight face, without a shred of guilt?

“I haven’t seen the public slandering you, Mrs. Bishop,” Penelope interjected, looking directly at her. “But I have seen plenty of comments calling Edith a homewrecker. Is she?”

Mrs. Bishop was taken aback by the interruption. “I haven't seen any such comments.”

“I’m asking you. Did Edith interfere in your marriage to Mr. Bishop?”

“I don’t wish to discuss the past.”

“But you’re demanding an apology from her. What exactly does she need to apologize for?”

“Ms. Laurier, you are not aware of the facts, so you should not interfere!” Mrs. Bishop snapped, her anger showing.

“It’s been all over the internet, so I’ve read quite a bit about it. Let me see if I have this straight. Mr. Bishop and Ms. Edith Laurier were a deeply devoted couple. Something happened that challenged their relationship, and that’s when you appeared. Now, I’m not saying you interfered in their marriage. Perhaps you were just a good friend to Mr. Bishop at the time, correct?”

“Donald and I were childhood friends…”

“So, by your own admission, I assume you had feelings for Mr. Bishop long before then, right?”

“I…”

“Otherwise, you wouldn’t have married him so soon after he and Ms. Laurier separated.”

“My affection for Mr. Bishop was pure.”

“Is that so?” Penelope turned to Donald. “Are you certain you saw it with your own eyes?”

Donald frowned. “I… I only heard her say…”

“And you believed her without question?”

He had no answer.

“So, you have absolutely no proof that she was unfaithful.”

With that, Penelope stood up.

“I am a great admirer of Ms. Edith Laurier’s work, which is why I felt compelled to speak up for her. But you don’t need to explain anything to me, Mrs. Bishop. You should explain it to the public. And one more thing: Ms. Edith Laurier is a woman of great dignity. I suggest you try to show some as well, and stop flinging mud at her.”

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