Chapter 243

When faced with such utter absurdity, there are truly no words.
They actually thought she still wanted to be with Zebulon?
At that moment, Penelope couldn’t even be bothered to explain. Any explanation would be an insult to her own intelligence. She glanced at Zebulon, who seemed to have found his backup. His tears had dried up, his breakdown was over, and he now stood there playing the victim.
“Look what you did to my son,” Mrs. Sullivan said, clucking with a mix of pity for her son and anger at Penelope. “He didn’t fight back because he still loves you and is willing to put up with your tantrums. But you can’t push your luck!”
“But you’ve yelled and you’ve hit him, so your anger should be spent. From now on, you and Zebulon need to get along. The wedding is set for Rebecca, so we can’t give it to you, but that’s your own fault. In the future, Rebecca will be the wife, and you’ll be on the side. Both of you will serve Zebulon well. That is your duty.” Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on (.)net
After delivering her pronouncement, Mrs. Sullivan let out a sigh of relief.
“The company’s been a mess lately. You should quit your job at KINY Group and come back to our family business. Your father and Zebulon are exhausted. You should be sharing their burden.”
While Mrs. Sullivan laid out her plans, Rebecca was having none of it.
“Zebulon is my husband! I will not allow him to have another woman!” she declared, glaring at Penelope. “Have some decency! There are so many men in the world, why do you have to steal mine?”
Penelope took a long, deep breath. It was true: some people were not human and lacked the capacity for human thought. And when dealing with non-humans, you couldn’t use a normal approach.
Fine, she thought. Let’s all go crazy together.
In three quick strides, Penelope closed the distance to Zebulon. Before he could
react, she lunged forward and, with a swift tug, yanked his pants down.
As his trousers fell to his ankles, they revealed a pair of bright red panties.
Women’s panties. Lacy ones.
All three of them stood there, dumbfounded.
Penelope clapped her hands
together and took two steps back. When Zebulon had her pinned against the door earlier, she had
caugh a glimpse of lace as his pants came undone. She knew Anna played rough-she’d seen evidence of it last night—but she never imagined she’d go this far. No wonder Zebulon had been crying, broken, and hysterical. He had truly been put through the wringer.
Not that he deserved any sympathy.
Zebulon snapped out of his shock, frantically pulling up his pants before turning and bolting for the house across the street. He
stumbled on the doorstep, his pants falling down again in a display t that was as pathetic as it was comical.
Mrs. Sullivan and Rebecca came to their senses, both looking absolutely furious.
“You-how dare you humiliate my son like that!” Mrs. Sullivan shrieked, pointing a trembling finger at Penelope, clearly assuming the panties were hers and that she had forced Zebulon to wear them.
“What can I say? Your son listens to me. He loves me!” Penelope shot back. “Penelope!”
“Oh, and by the way, he told me a lot of secrets, too!”
At this, Penelope’s eyes narrowed, and Mrs. Sullivan immediately grew wary.
“Twenty years ago,” Penelope began, “Zebulun was ten. Ward Sullivan was in the early stages of building his company, always traveling for business or working late, with no time for you. So you had an affair!”
“What nonsense are you spouting!” Mrs. Sullivan’s eyes widened in horror.
“He was a younger man, wasn’t he? Fifteen years your junior. Handsome, strong… you were completely
infatuated. One time, you even
you even
brought him home. You were in the
middle of a passionate encounter
when Zebulon came home from school early.”
“If you say one more word, I’ll rip your tongue out!”
“Zebulon told me everything,” Penelope said with a smirk.