The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 835

Hamilton didn't argue. He simply stood there, soaking in the moment—a fleeting illusion of a perfectly happy family of three.

Natalie, however, felt completely suffocated. She fought the urge to throw a massive fit just to shatter this fake, domestic bliss.

"Did you not sleep well last night?" Hamilton ignored her obvious frustration, pointing gently at the faint circles under her eyes with genuine concern.

Natalie frowned. "I want to head back down the mountain early..."

"Shh," Hamilton hushed her softly. "I gave you my word I'd have you both home before midnight, and I always keep my promises. None of the things you're worrying about are going to happen. You have my word."

"Marico..."

"And definitely don't bring him up."

Natalie pressed her lips tightly together, forcing herself to swallow down the chaotic storm of emotions inside her.

"You need to catch up on some sleep." Hamilton gently guided her toward the hallway. "I'll stay down here and watch Kristin. You go upstairs and rest."

Seeing how happily Kristin was playing, Natalie hesitated for a brief second before making her way upstairs.

The moment she reached the upper floor, she pulled out her phone and called Penelope, filling her in on how Hamilton had set up the trap for Marico.

"Hamilton promised to let Marico off the hook, but I honestly don't know if I can trust him."

"Theodore and I already guessed he was behind it. Try not to stress too much; Theodore is working on a plan."

Natalie desperately wanted to admit she was currently trapped in the mountains with Hamilton, but fearing it would only cause Penelope more anxiety, she swallowed the words.

After hanging up, Natalie lay down on the bed, intending to force her eyes shut. That was when she noticed the walls. They were covered in framed photographs. Every single one was a picture of her and Hamilton, all taken during the first two years of their marriage. In every shot, they were gazing at each other with deep, undeniable devotion, their faces glowing with pure happiness.

Natalie's eyes traced over them one by one. She soon realized they weren't just in the bedroom. The frames lined the upstairs hallway, cascaded down the staircase, and spread all the way to the ground floor.

It was an endless sea of their memories, no two photos alike. She didn't even remember taking half of them.

Some were clearly candid moments she had been completely unaware of. There was one of her frantically trying to cook in a disastrously messy kitchen, while Hamilton stood right behind her, pulling a goofy face for the camera.

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