The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 535

Perhaps Natalie's struggling finally got through to him, or maybe Hamilton regained a sliver of his sanity. Whatever the reason, just as she was about to suffocate, he released his grip.

Natalie slid limply to the floor. Though she was so terrified she had no strength left, she still scrambled to the corner, trying to put as much distance between them as possible.

"Natalie, are you that afraid of me?" Hamilton asked, his eyes narrowed.

"Yes, I'm terrified of you," Natalie answered, her voice dry and hoarse.

"If you're so scared of me, why did you dare to betray me?"

"..."

"I told you never to show your face to me again!"

"I was hiding from you! You're the one who found me!"

"Natalie!"

Natalie looked up at Hamilton. She didn't want to cry or appear weak, but she was facing Hamilton, a man known for his ruthlessness. Her fear was genuine, and tears welled up instinctively.

"Hamilton, I'm begging you, please let me go."

Hamilton gritted his teeth. "Did you not think of this day when you were cheating on me with another man?"

"It's all my fault. I'll make it up to you, I'll do anything. Please, just let me go."

"Impossible!"

Just then, a child's cry came from outside.

Natalie's first thought was of Kristin. She scrambled to her feet and ran out. It was a little girl crying, but it wasn't Kristin; it was Maria's daughter.

Queena was sobbing and looking for someone. When she finally spotted Hamilton, she ran straight to him.

"Someone hit me!"

Hamilton's mood was already foul, and Queena's wailing only made it worse. He pulled her hands away and saw a bruise forming on her forehead. Just as he was about to ask what happened, he saw the same round-faced little girl from before run out, pout on her lips, and throw herself into Natalie's arms, crying, "Mommy!"

She was Natalie's... daughter!

"It was her! She hit me!"

Seeing Queena point at her daughter, Natalie's head spun. She was already terrified of provoking Hamilton, and now, her worst fears were coming true.

But Kristin wasn't a troublemaker; she wouldn't hit someone for no reason. She believed her daughter.

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