“I need to see David,” Penelope said, her voice cold.
“David? He’s not here,” Laura stammered, trying to block her way.
Ignoring her, Penelope pushed past and stormed through the house, driven by a gut feeling. She flung open the bedroom closet door, and there was David, hiding likе a coward.
“David?” Her voice cracked with fury and heartbreak.
David stepped out, guilt written all over his face. “Penelope, I can explain.”
“Explain? You’ve been lying to me!” Penelope shouted, her voice echoing through the lavish room.
Laura tried to intervene, but Penelope silenced her with a glare. “Stay out of this!”
“How long has this been going on?” Penelope demanded, her hands trembling with rage.
David stammered, “It wasn’t supposed to—”
“Save it. We’re done.” Penelope’s voice was cold, final. She turned and walked out, her heart shattering with each step.
The drive home was a blur of tears and pain. Once home, Penelope knew she had to be strong for Derrick. She called a lawyer and began the painful process of filing for divorce, determined to rebuild her life.
That evening, Maria came over to comfort her. “Pen, I’m so sorry,” she said, pulling Penelope into a hug.
“I don’t know how to do this, Maria. How do I move on?” Penelope sobbed.
“One step at a time,” Maria said softly. “You’re stronger than you think.”
Penelope started therapy, focusing on healing and being the best mother she could be for Derrick. One evening, as she tucked him into bed, he looked up at her with innocent eyes. “Mommy, are you okay?”
She smiled through her tears. “Yes, darling. We’re going to be just fine.”
And in that moment, Penelope knew that despite the heartache, she had found her strength. She was ready to start anew, for Derrick and for herself.
