Summary of Chapter 762 – A turning point in The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself by Pearl Martinez
Chapter 762 immerses the reader in an emotional journey within the world of The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself, written by Pearl Martinez. With the hallmarks of Romance literature, this chapter balances emotion, tension, and revelation. Perfect for readers seeking narrative depth and authentic human connections.
"If it weren't for you, Natalie and I wouldn't have gotten a divorce! If it weren't for you, my daughter wouldn't reject me! You're a parasite, scum, a piece of trash! You should have died a long time ago!"
Every punch was fueled by pure rage. Hamilton had lost his mind, screaming for Marico to die as his fists rained down harder. Impaired by alcohol, Marico's limbs felt like lead, and he was quickly reduced to a punching bag.
Seeing blood spill from the corner of Marico's mouth, Natalie frantically tried to stop Hamilton, but he shoved her hard to the ground. Just then, Kristin came out of the bedroom. Terrified by the brutal scene, she burst into tears and threw herself at Hamilton, trying to pull him off.
"Stop hitting Marico! You big jerk, get out of my house!"
Lost in his frenzy, Hamilton didn't even hold back against the little girl, shoving her away.
Natalie caught her daughter. Panic setting in, she rushed into the kitchen and grabbed a large chef's knife.
"Hamilton, if you don't stop, I'll... I'll kill you!"
Hamilton looked up at Natalie, then at the knife in her hands. The violence in his gaze only intensified.
"You want to kill me?"
"Let him go!"
"Natalie, you'd actually kill me for another man!"
"I said, let him go!"
"Do it then!"
"Hamilton, don't push me!"
"Unless you don't have the guts!"
Natalie's mind was in utter chaos. For a fleeting second, she actually considered striking, but Marico, barely hanging on to his consciousness, spoke up.
"Natalie... ugh... put the knife down... take Kristin and leave..."

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