The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 712

“ I heard your voice!” she said. When she saw it was Marico, she ran toward him happily. “ I’m all dressed and ready to go!”

Marico took the little girl’s hand. “Alright, let’s go.”

Kristin giggled. “We’re going to the movies!”

The theater was full of parents with their children, and with so many kids, there were bound to be some unruly ones. In the row ahead of them sat a boy, about six or seven, who couldn’t sit still. One moment he was spilling food everywhere, the next he was talking loudly to his parent, and then he was jumping on his seat, blocking the view for everyone behind him.

The man with him, a burly guy who was probably his father, was leaning back leisurely, completely engrossed in the movie, ignoring his son entirely. When people behind them complained, the father and son acted as if they hadn’t heard a thing.

Just as the movie reached a climax, the boy jumped onto his seat again and yelled at the screen, “Stupid bunny, run faster! Get him!”

Kristin’s view was blocked. Annoyed, she called out to the boy, “Can’t you just sit down and watch? You’re blocking me!”

The boy heard her but didn’t sit down. Instead, he turned around and made a face at Kristin.

“I’m not gonna sit down. I’m gonna block you. What are you gonna do, cry about it?”

Marico scoffed and threw a few pieces of popcorn at the boy’s head. The boy was tough and didn’t care about the minor assault. He wasn’t afraid of adults either, so he just made another face at Marico, as if to say, “What can you do to me?”

A smirk played on Marico’s lips. The next second, he kicked the back of the boy’s seat. The chair lurched forward, and the boy, losing his balance, tumbled off the side and landed on the floor with a thud.

The boy was stunned for a moment, then burst into tears.

“Daddy, he hit me!”

The boy’s wails finally brought his father back to life. He shot up from his seat and turned to face Marico.

But no one in the audience was buying it. “Now you remember he’s your kid? Where were you when he was disturbing us?”

“Like father, like son. The kid has no decency, and the father is just a plain jerk.”

“I didn’t see anyone hit your kid. I saw your kid jumping on the seat and falling off on his own.”

One by one, people chimed in, and not a single person sided with the man.

The man rubbed his nose, at a loss for words.

Marico pushed him away and turned to the still-wailing child. “Shut the hell up!” he roared. “You make one more sound, and I’ll throw you out the window!”