Chapter overview: Chapter 728 from The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself
In this standout chapter of the Romance novel The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself, Pearl Martinez introduces new challenges, powerful emotions, and major plot progress that captivate readers from beginning to end.
Just under the one-hour mark, a furious Hamilton stormed through the doors, dragging Kristin behind him.
Kristin looked as if she had been crying for hours, her eyes red and puffy. The moment she spotted Natalie, she burst into fresh tears.
"Mommy! That mean man wouldn't let me go home!"
Natalie sprinted across the room and swept her daughter into a desperate hug. "Mommy's here, sweetie. Don't be scared."
"Mommy, I want to go home," the little girl sobbed.
"Okay, we're going home right now."
Natalie scooped the child up into her arms, called out to Marico, and turned toward the exit. But Hamilton deliberately stepped into their path, blocking the doorway.
"You think you can just waltz in and walk out?"
Hamilton's gaze was lethal. He cast a dark look at Marico before fixing his glare on Natalie.
"I gave you a chance, yet you insist on pushing my buttons over and over again!"
Natalie clutched her daughter tighter and took two steps back, seeking refuge behind Marico. The subtle motion only poured fuel on Hamilton's rage.
"You want to burn everything down, Marico? You think you have the guts?"
Hamilton shoved his hands into his pockets and stalked slowly toward Marico. As he moved, the security detail hastily escorted Mr. Amos and Alma upstairs to safety, while the remaining guards closed in.
Stopping inches away, Hamilton pulled out his own lighter. Without a word of hesitation, he flicked it open, the flame springing to life.
"Listen up, all of you. When this rich brat catches fire, nobody lifts a finger to help him!"
The guards immediately barked their acknowledgment. Hamilton shoved the open flame right into Marico's personal space.
Yet Marico didn't flinch. Instead, he flashed a wildly arrogant grin and leaned into the heat.
"Don't worry, Mr. Amos. I made sure to douse myself in enough gas. One spark and I'll go up like a Roman candle."
Hamilton scoffed. "So we get to enjoy a live bonfire tonight?"
"Want me to sing a little tune while I burn?"
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