The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 473

"Ms. Laurier, are you absolutely certain about this?"

The female doctor asked Penelope again. She had been Penelope's primary physician since her car accident, overseeing the treatments that were all aimed at helping her conceive.

And now, she was pregnant—with twins, no less—but she wanted to terminate.

"You really, really need to be sure. If you go through with this, your chances of conceiving again will be even lower."

Penelope took a deep breath. "Ms. Lancaster, you've said this to me many times."

"And I'll say it again because you must think this through! Don't make an impulsive decision that you will regret for the rest of your life!"

Penelope shook her head. "I won't regret it."

Seeing that Penelope's mind was made up, the doctor could only sigh in resignation.

"Alright then. Let's head into surgery."

Penelope, already changed into a hospital gown, followed the doctor toward the operating room. Just as she was about to enter, a hand clamped down on her arm.

"What are you doing here!"

It was Theodore. He glanced at the sign above the door, then at the gown she was wearing, and his eyes turned ice-cold.

Penelope tried to pull her arm free, but his grip was iron-tight, as if he meant to crush the bone.

"Answer me!" he roared.

"I…" Penelope bit her lip. "I don't want the babies in my belly anymore."

"Penelope!"

"I said I don't want them!"

"They're our babies!"

"I don't want them!"

"What is wrong with you!"

"I'm not the one who's crazy! You are!"

"What did I do to upset you?"

Theodore's brow furrowed. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"After everything that's happened, you're in pain, you can't heal, but you still have to pretend in front of me that everything's fine. Do you think it makes me feel good seeing that fake smile on your face every single day?"

"..."

"No, not at all! Seeing you every day has become a form of torture!"

Her words made Theodore's eyes turn red. He couldn't believe these cruel words were coming from Penelope's mouth.

"I told you I'm selfish, that I always put myself first! Being with you doesn't bring me joy anymore. All I see is a future filled with this same disgusting pretense. So why should I force myself to stay with you?"

"Being with me has become a chore for you?"

"Haven't I made myself clear enough?"

"So you want to…"

"Divorce!"

Theodore's breath hitched. Penelope's merciless words were like daggers, each one striking a fatal blow with perfect precision.