The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 616

"You... you idiot! You dared to set up Theodore! Are you trying to get yourself killed? Even if you don't care about your own life, don't drag your father down with you!"

"I was sure it would work."

"Then what's going on now?"

"I..."

As the father and son stood there bewildered, the woman who had been lying on the bed as if passed out drunk rolled over and slowly sat up.

"Honey, did you take care of things? Huh, Dad, what are you doing here?"

Both men now wore expressions of utter disbelief.

"How is it... is it her!" The old man's voice trembled.

"Dad, you... you didn't do anything, did you?" The man in the white suit was even more stunned.

Penelope covered her mouth. This scene was just too... twisted. But where was Theodore? Where did he go?

Just then, a chilling presence crept up behind her. Penelope instinctively turned around and saw Theodore, impeccably dressed in his suit, standing a few feet away, glaring at her coldly.

Penelope blinked, belatedly realizing that this was Theodore—he would never be so easily tricked.

She cleared her throat. Seeing Theodore turn and walk away, she hurried after him, slipping into the elevator just as the doors were about to close. But once the doors shut, leaving just the two of them in the small space, the atmosphere grew even colder.

"I... I came to find you..."

"To catch me in the act?"

"Huh?"

Theodore narrowed his eyes. "An ex-wife coming to catch her ex-husband cheating. Don't you find your own behavior ridiculous?"

Penelope's temper immediately flared. "I did come to catch you! And if it had been you in that room just now, I would have helped them beat you up!"

Theodore snorted coldly. "By what right do you get to control me?"

"I'm the mother of your children!"

"So what gives you the right?"

"I just won't allow it!"

Just then, the elevator doors opened. Theodore shot Penelope a cold glance and strode out. At that moment, Hamilton called to ask if he had handled things.

"Yes. Have your people organize the photos and send them to Harold."

Theodore's lips curved slightly. "That woman put something in my drink."

"What?" Penelope gasped. "So... so right now you're?"

She instinctively glanced down.

Annoyed, Theodore grabbed her arm, pushed her against a utility pole, and leaned in close.

"That's right. It's exactly what you're thinking."

"Then... should I take you to a hospital?"

"I'm feeling pretty uncomfortable right now."

"My car is just up ahead."

"Why don't you find me a woman instead?"

"How dare you..."

Penelope stopped mid-sentence, sensing something was off. She looked at Theodore again and saw his eyes were full of mockery.

She hit his shoulder in anger. "In your dreams! You can just suffer for all I care!"