The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 838

Marico finally realized what had triggered her icy demeanor. "Wait, you actually care about that?"

She pressed her lips into a thin line. A sudden wave of clarity hit her—they weren't a real married couple. Technically, she had no right to care. And yet...

"I just think it's disgusting!"

He thought she was being wildly irrational but had zero desire to fan the flames. He gave a clipped nod. "If I repulse you so much, I'll go hit the showers."

Seeing him casually turn his back on her only poured gasoline on her fury.

"Are you just going to be a trainwreck for the rest of your life?"

"I was set up, goddammit!" His own temper finally snapped.

"So what? That means you had to sleep with those women?"

"I didn't! I—"

Just as he was about to explain, his phone buzzed. Pulling it from his pocket, he frowned in pure confusion at the notification. It was a message from Hamilton. Opening the chat, a flood of photos loaded onto his screen.

The pictures showed Hamilton and Kristin baking a cake together, laughing, and celebrating Natalie's birthday. They looked sickeningly happy. It looked exactly like a perfect, intimate family portrait.

The defense died in his throat. He slowly raised his eyes, locking a lethal glare onto her.

"So while I was rotting in a holding cell, you were off playing happy family and celebrating your birthday with Hamilton?"

Natalie caught a glimpse of the illuminated screen. A flicker of unease crossed her face, but remembering the officer's words about his supposed infidelity, she entirely lost the urge to justify her actions.

"You have no right to interrogate me!"

"I'm your husband!"

"Do you honestly think you deserve that title?"

"Natalie!"

"Marico, you absolutely sicken me!"

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