The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 763

Marico was covered in bruises and cuts. Once he saw Theodore and Penelope arrive, he passed out.

While Theodore kept Hamilton subdued, Penelope called 911. She and Natalie accompanied Marico in the ambulance to the hospital.

At a local bar, Hamilton downed shot after shot of liquor, the intoxication setting in fast. He couldn't understand how things had spiraled so horribly. He was just trying to make amends to Natalie and his daughter—how had he pushed her to the point of holding a knife to him?

"If Marico hadn't been there, Natalie and I wouldn't have ended up like this."

Theodore sighed heavily. "Don't you get it? Your constant hurting and pressuring drove her straight to Marico."

"You're saying I pushed her to him?"

"Didn't you?"

Hamilton slammed his fist on the table. "You actually think I pushed her to him... me, it was me..."

His voice trailed off until he finally accepted the bitter truth.

It happened six years ago, and it was happening again now.

"But I just wanted her back."

"You need to learn how to respect her first."

"I don't respect her?"

"No." Theodore looked him dead in the eye. "If you respect someone, especially someone you love, you can't bear to hurt them. You value their opinions, put yourself in their shoes, reflect on your own faults after an argument. You don't force them into doing things they hate or demand their forgiveness. Simply put, you've never treated her as your equal. Not then, and not now."

Hamilton dropped his head. After a long silence, he choked out, "But I really do love her. I can change all of that. As long as she forgives me and comes back, I'll do whatever she asks."

Theodore poured him another drink. Mistakes could be fixed, but if the love was gone, there was no saving it.

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