Echoes of a Forsaken Heart novel Chapter 164

Natalia held Hamilton's gaze steadily, a storm brewing in the silence between them.

After an eternity, she finally spoke, her voice cutting through the tension. "Hamilton, did you know about Eveleen's involvement in my kidnapping?"

Hamilton choked on his words, his voice barely above a hoarse whisper. "You found out?"

As his question hung in the air, Natalia's hand flew, her slap landing across his face with a force that resonated with all her pent-up fury.

"Hamilton, you disgust me even more than Eveleen does."

With that, she spun on her heel and marched towards the door, every step fuelled by a heart so pained it struggled to beat.

How could a man she'd shared three years with be so callously indifferent to her life?

He knew about Eveleen's treachery, yet he acted as if it were nothing.

Biting back tears that threatened to spill, she pushed through the pain, her resolve the only thing keeping her upright.

The man she once loved had betrayed her, not once but time and again.

Natalia didn't look back as she dragged her suitcase towards the exit.

Hamilton was stunned by the slap, but quickly regained his composure and stepped in front of her. "You slapped me. Feel better now?"

Without a word, Natalia kicked him hard in the shin, her stiletto heel driving home the pain more than her palm had. Hamilton winced, clenching his jaw to suppress a groan.

Still, he didn't let go.

"Natalia, remember what you said? If I stayed out of Eveleen's mess, you'd give me a chance."

Natalia scoffed bitterly. "Too late. Hamilton, you'll never have that chance again!"

She shoved him aside and continued towards the elevator.

Hamilton followed swiftly. "Natalia, I told you, I'm done with Eveleen. What more do you want?"

She bit down hard on his arm, not releasing until the tang of blood hit her tongue.

"Hamilton, it's over between us!"

With a final shove, she stepped into the elevator and watched as his figure became smaller, consumed by the closing doors.

Hamilton's gaze darkened as Natalia disappeared from sight. He pulled out his phone and dialed Caspian's number.

Caspian, in the midst of a meeting, gestured for a pause and answered the call nonchalantly. "Hamilton, what's up?"

"You're kidding me right now, Caspian? You got nothing better to do?"

Caspian chuckled. "What's going on?"

Hamilton sneered. "Cut the act."

Only three people knew about Eveleen's involvement: himself, Alden, and Caspian. Caspian had been privy to the police interrogation of Orpheus, and he knew the ins and outs of every precinct around.

It had to be Caspian who spilled the beans to Natalia. Alden would never have said a word without Caspian's say-so.

Caspian leaned back in his chair, a pen tapping rhythmically against his desk. His displeasure was evident. He didn't usually meddle, especially in Hamilton's affairs, but this was different. Natalia wasn't just anyone; she bore a striking resemblance to his sister.

Caspian's voice was icy. "Hamilton, I'm a lawyer. My job is to present the facts to my clients, to ensure they suffer no injustice. Unlike you, I don't let anyone suffer needlessly."

Hamilton's eyes narrowed, his gaze unreadable. He hadn't intended to hurt Natalia. He wanted to wait until they reconciled before telling her about Eveleen, to avoid worsening their conflict. But now, Caspian had gone and laid it all out.