The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 842

Obsessive stalkers broke onto the set, completely halting production and forcing the crew to wrap up early.

The crazed fans even invaded the hotel where she and the other cast members were staying, dragging her co-stars into the crossfire. Left with no other choice, Benson Cooper approached her and suggested she temporarily suspend her filming to go back and handle the crisis.

It was the only logical step; the collateral damage had become too massive.

Natalie packed a small bag. When she reached the underground parking garage, she ran straight into Marico as he stepped out of his car. Seeing her with her luggage, his expression instantly darkened.

"What is this? They kicked you off the set over a little bad press?"

Natalie was still seething, not just over his reckless online rampage, but over yesterday's disaster too. She shot him an icy glare and continued walking toward her van.

"Natalie, he went upstairs!" her assistant warned.

Natalie spun around to see Marico already stepping into the elevator. Realizing exactly what he was about to do, she sprinted to stop him.

"Marico, you're not helping me! You're destroying my career!"

But before she could finish the sentence, the doors slid shut, and he was gone.

She desperately jabbed the elevator button.

She rushed upstairs as fast as she could, but she was too late. Marico had already planted a fist into Benson's face.

"Who the hell do you think you are, suspending my wife's work? I'm going to teach you what happens when you mess with her!"

Seeing Marico pull his arm back for another strike, Natalie lunged forward and shoved him away.

"Who the f—"

Marico cut himself off the second he realized it was Natalie. He swallowed his rage.

"You're staying right here to film. I'd like to see who dares to kick you out!"

Natalie was on the verge of tears. "I told you, I don't need you involved in my life!"

With that, he stormed off.

Natalie took a deep breath and immediately turned to apologize to Benson. But seeing his bruised and swollen face, her voice dwindled into a whisper.

She had caused the production so much trouble and now Benson had been assaulted because of her. She felt entirely broken.

"It's not your fault," Benson said with a bitter smile, gingerly touching his bruised cheek. "But marrying a guy like that... honestly, you're just trashing your own life."

He shrugged and turned back into his room.

Natalie closed her eyes. Her mind was a mess, and her heart felt heavy. Just as Benson said, a suffocating wave of regret over marrying Marico washed over her.

She drove home late that night, but Marico wasn't there.

A sudden spike of panic hit her; in his impulsive rage, he might go out and cause even more trouble. She quickly dialed his number, but the line remained dead. She tried sending a message, only to realize he had completely blocked her.