Chapter 7

“I was out of line earlier. I’m sorry.”
“Honey, are you really going to make me sleep in the guest room? Please let me in. I want to hold you.”
The thought of this man, who had just been with Rebecca, now trying to get into her bed made her feel sick.
“I’m tired. We can talk tomorrow.”
“But honey, I haven’t held you in a week. Don’t you want me?”
Penelope almost gagged.
“You’re so good at listening to your parents. Why don’t you go sleep with them tonight?”
Silence followed from the other side of the door, then the sound of footsteps retreating.
Zebulon had a temper. In the past, whenever they disagreed, she had always been the one to give in. If they fought, she was usually the first to apologize. She had truly loved him.
What a joke that was now.
Penelope turned off the lights and closed her eyes, pretending to fall asleep.
Rebecca, however, remained cautious. It wasn’t until the early hours of the morning that she finally crept out of the wardrobe. Her legs, stiff from being cramped for so long, nearly gave out from under her. She stifled a cry, hobbled to the door, and slipped out.
The moment the door clicked shut, Penelope’s eyes snapped open.
In the small sitting room downstairs, Mrs. Sullivan was helping Rebecca onto the sofa, tenderly massaging her legs.
“My poor girl, you’ve suffered so much. Who knew she would come back so suddenly?” Mrs. Sullivan said with a huff.
“I’m fine. Please don’t worry.” As she spoke, Rebecca rubbed her stomach, a pained expression on her face.
Mrs. Sullivan immediately grew anxious. “Is something wrong with the baby? Should we go to the hospital?”
“No, no, I’m fine. I just need a moment,” Rebecca said meekly.
“That Penelope is nothing but trouble! If anything happens to this baby, I’ll skin her alive!”
“Alright, now is not the time to provoke her,” Mr. Sullivan said from the opposite sofa.
“But Rebecca is our real daughter-in-law! And she’s pregnant! We can’t just let her live somewhere else while that fake occupies her rightful place!”
“It’s temporary. Once the KINY Group contract is signed, we’ll get rid of her.”
Mrs. Sullivan grunted. “Fine. Let her stay a few more days.”
A faint smile touched Rebecca’s lips. She glanced at Zebulon, only to find him frowning, clearly not on board with his parents’ plan.
“Penelope and I are best friends. I don’t mind suffering a little. We should let her stay,” Rebecca said, lowering her head.
“You consider her a friend, but she clearly doesn’t feel the same. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be fighting your for this project. Mrs. Suivan then noticed her son’s silence.
“Zebulon, what do you think?”
Zebulon rubbed his forehead. “I love Penelope. I don’t want to hurt her.”
“But Rebecca is your wife!”
“I’ve already wronged Rebecca. I won’t wrong Penelope, too!”
“No, this isn’t your fault,” Rebecca said, quickly getting to her feet.
Zebulon walked over and pulled her into his arms. “Just give me some more time. I’ll explain everything to Penelope She loves me so much she’ll accept you and the baby.”
Rebecca nodded. “I won’t get in the way of your relationship. As long as you love
her, all I ask is that you spare a little love for me and our child.”
“Thank you for understanding.” ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ~net
Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan looked at Rebecca with approval and admiration, a stark contrast to the way they treated Penelope.
Leaning against the hallway wall, Penelope could hardly believe what she was hearing. Was this the twenty-first century? Did these people seriously think it was
vel
acceptable for one man to have two wives No, they didn’t just think it;’ they were actively doing it.
What kind of twisted family had she married into? Every single one of them was insane.
“But Rebecca’s belly will start showing soon. We won’t be able to hide it from Penelope forever,” Mrs. Sullivan worried.
Mr. Sullivan considered this for a moment. “I’ll transfer her to an out-of-town office for a while.”
Penelope was so furious she didn’t sleep a wink.
The next morning, as she came downstairs, Zebulon walked in with a huge bouquet of roses.
“Darling,” he said, “you’re beautiful first thing in the morning.” He handed her the flowers and leaned in for a kiss, but she turned her head away.