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.

Theodore's fists clenched again, the violence in his eyes deepening. Penelope quickly took his hand and turned to face Yvonne.

"Because he loves me. Is that reason enough for you?"

"What do you have that I don't? Why does he love you and not me?"

"Yvonne, why do this? You're only making yourself look pathetic."

"I won't accept this!"

"Ms. Bishop, go look in a mirror. If you saw yourself right now, you'd feel sorry for yourself, too."

Looking at the two of them standing side by side—a loving husband and wife—while she could only watch from the shadows, how could she ever accept it? How could she ever let it go?

Yvonne gritted her teeth. "Penelope, I will defeat you one day!"

She shot one last glare at Penelope, gave Theodore a look filled with both love and resentment, and then ran off, her eyes red with tears.

Penelope let out a deep sigh, and the next moment, Theodore pulled her into a tight embrace.