The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 829

Can you accept watching him die twice?

No.

They couldn't.

If Penelope couldn't stomach it, Theodore definitely couldn't. The wound from Norton's death had been festering for six years, raw and constantly aching.

But they had to face reality, even if it meant taking another knife to the heart.

"Do you think you were the only ones suffering these past six years?" Heather suddenly erupted in indignant fury, jabbing a finger at her own chest. "I suffered too! I haven't had a single day of peace!"

"What exactly are you suffering from?" Penelope shot back mockingly.

"My mom killed herself! My dad had to abandon us and live like a rat! Heath survived the surgery only to fall into a crippling depression, forcing me to drop out of school to babysit him! My family is destroyed! My life is ruined! Everything is gone!"

Heather hoisted her glass and chugged aggressively. Her pain might have been genuine, but weaponizing it against the victim's family was sickening.

Penelope snatched the bottle from Heather's grip and hurled it to the floor.

With a violent crash, the glass shattered. Heather jolted, sobering up slightly.

She stared at the sparkling shards, her pupils shrinking into tight pinpricks...

"So why do I have to live like this? Why do I have to be judged by you? What did I do wrong?"

She had been muttering to the floor, but her voice crescendoed into a shriek as she snapped her head up to glare at Penelope.

"I didn't do anything! My mom targeted Norton, my dad killed him, my brother took his heart... I didn't do a damn thing! Why should I bear the brunt of your hatred?!"

"Because you knew about it and did nothing to stop it!" Penelope's voice was absolute zero.

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