The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 795

"Benson Cooper, you better think carefully. Are you really going to cross me?"

Hamilton slammed his hand against the table, his face twisted in absolute fury.

Benson ignored him completely, turning his attention to organizing the crew to pack up their equipment.

Hamilton clenched his jaw so hard his teeth ground together. Finally losing his composure, he marched right up to Natalie.

"I need to talk to you!"

Natalie scoffed. "We have nothing to talk about."

"You really want to drag this entire crew down with you?"

Natalie hesitated. She genuinely didn't want the production to suffer delays because of her personal drama. More importantly, she knew Hamilton wouldn't just drop this. It was better to get it all out in the open.

After exchanging a quick word with Benson, Natalie took the lead and walked toward the estate's rear garden.

Hamilton followed close behind, struggling to rein in his temper.

"These past few days, I've done everything to give you space. I stayed away because I was terrified that out of pure spite, you'd do something reckless that couldn't be undone—like how you slept with Marico just to force my hand into signing the divorce papers."

"But I never imagined that even with me walking on eggshells, you'd actually go through with marrying him. Natalie, did you really have to push us to this extreme? Do you want to force me to hate you? To destroy you out of vengeance, just so we both end up miserable?"

Natalie stopped walking and turned to face him. "You're wrong. Choosing to marry Marico didn't make me miserable at all."

"You only married him to hide from me!"

"I won't deny that played a part."

"I told you I wouldn't force you into anything!"

"But you never had any intention of letting me go either, did you?"

"I love you."

Understanding the risk, the assistant director didn't argue and rushed off to help pack.

"I'm so sorry, Benson. My drama just cost the production days of work," Natalie said, flooded with guilt.

Benson shook his head. "I'm the one who should apologize. I didn't properly vet the location before bringing us here, leaving us wide open to a trap."

"I just called Penelope. She said she'd handle finding a new venue."

"Good. We'll shift the schedule and shoot the other scenes first."

Because they needed time to overhaul the shooting schedule, the crew gave all the actors a day off.

Natalie left the estate and headed straight back to the penthouse. By the time she walked through the door, it was already past two in the morning. The TV in the living room was still glowing, playing a cartoon. Her brow furrowed, immediately assuming Marico had kept Kristin up late again. She was just about to lose her temper when she noticed Marico was alone on the sofa, fast asleep.

He was clutching a doll against his chest, his head tilted awkwardly in a deeply uncomfortable sleeping position.