The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 626

“I thought you would hate me,” Mr. Stapleton Sr. said.

Penelope shook her head. “I thank you for saving us both.”

“Theodore doesn’t need to see a psychiatrist anymore. If you two still love each other, you can get back together.”

“No.” Penelope sighed with a smile. “He’s doing well now, and I’m doing well too. There’s no need for us to be together and face all that pain again.”

As she finished speaking, she heard a cold scoff. She quickly turned to see Theodore standing in the doorway, his eyes fixed on her with a frosty glare and a mocking smirk on his lips.

Mr. Stapleton Sr. hadn't expected Theodore to be outside, let alone to have overheard their conversation. He cleared his throat and remarked that the scenery was lovely this time of year, and he should go plan a trip to stay there for a few months. With that, he quickly made his escape.

Penelope wanted to bolt too, but Theodore was blocking the door.

“Penelope, back then, I thought we were comrades-in-arms. It was a tough battle, but I believed we could win if we fought it together. But you… you were a deserter!” he growled, staring at her intently.

“I… I thought separating was for the best for both of us…”

“Did you discuss it with me?”

“…”

“What gave you the right to make that decision on your own?”

Penelope took a deep breath. “I made the decision myself. I deserted. Be angry, hate me, whatever. I’ll accept it. Is that good enough for you?”

“Penelope!”

“Theodore, whatever we had… I can’t find the strength to rebuild it. Can you understand that?”

“But I…” Theodore clenched his fists.

“What?”

He closed his eyes for a moment before sneering, “Forget it. There’s no point in bringing it up.”

Penelope frowned, feeling like Theodore was still hiding something from her.

Yvonne was seething, her words practically ground out between her teeth.

She had come tonight to celebrate with Marico, happy that her long-laid plans were finally coming to fruition. But after a perfectly pleasant dinner, Marico had nonchalantly dropped this bomb on her, acting as if it were nothing!

Marico licked his lips, tasting blood. He let out a sneer, then raised his hand and slapped Yvonne right back.

“Who the hell do you think you are, raising a hand to me?”

The slap stunned Yvonne. She clearly hadn’t expected Marico to hit her.

“You… you dare hit me!”

“So what if I did? Once we’re married, you’ll be getting one of these a day!”

“Marico!”

“Having second thoughts about marrying me? Ha! As if I want to marry you. Physique? Plain. Looks? Forgettable. And you walk around with that insufferable ‘I’m so great’ attitude. I’d have nightmares if I had to marry you!”