Chapter summary of Chapter 827 – The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself by Pearl Martinez
In Chapter 827, a key chapter of the acclaimed Romance novel The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself by Pearl Martinez, readers are drawn deeper into a story filled with emotion, conflict, and transformation. This chapter brings crucial developments and plot twists that make it essential reading. Whether you’re new to the book or a loyal fan, this section delivers unforgettable moments that define the essence of The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself.
That man was Harvey Haynes, Heath and Heather's father—the monster who murdered Norton!
The realization that the killer had been right in front of him made Theodore want to run himself through with a blade.
"He showed up. He's not dead."
They were absolutely certain now.
But since Harvey knew Theodore was actively hunting him and using his children as bait, he would undoubtedly go deeper underground. He wouldn't risk contacting them again anytime soon.
How could they lure him back out?
Penelope exhaled a long breath. "We can't rush this. We need to think of a solid plan."
When they returned home, they were shocked to find Heather lounging in their house. The masks were completely off now, yet she was still hanging around acting like a maid?
Not a chance. She had no intention of working. She was sprawled on the living room sofa, eating an apple and watching TV with the absolute entitlement of a guest.
"Mom, Dad, she hijacked my TV!"
Hubert stomped down the stairs to complain. "I said I wanted an apple, so Lilian washed one for me, but she snatched it! When Lilian scolded her, she said she wasn't the maid anymore but a guest, and told us we better treat her with respect!"
Penelope ruffled Hubert's hair and sent him upstairs to play with Julian.
"Mom, you have to kick her out. She's the worst!"
Once Hubert disappeared upstairs, Penelope and Theodore exchanged a dark look before stepping into the living room.
Seeing them enter, Heather tilted her head with a smug smile. "I like my food a bit spicy, so I told Lilian to whip up some Mexican food, but the bitch actually cursed at me. Whatever. I'll let it slide, but one of you needs to put her in her place."
Theodore let out a dark, cynical chuckle. He pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took a long drag.
"Where the hell do you think you are? Who do you think I am?"
His gaze was so frigid and heavy it could freeze blood. A normal person would have been paralyzed with fear.

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