Please Give Me Another Chance Mrs Hamilton

Brad had always been stoic, and he hardly ever showed emotion. However, when he saw Jean leave the dining room in tears, the look he gave Nadine was nothing short of mutinous 

“Are you happy now, Nadine?” he hissed. 

He stormed out of the dining room before Nadine could respond, cutting past her like a shadow. 

Bitter disappointment filled Nadine as she watched him leave in a hurry. 

At last, she had come to terms with the brutal reality, which was that Brad loved Jean as much as he hated Nadine. 

Thus came the straw that broke the camel’s back–and broke her heart in the process too. 

She wasn’t sure if heartbreak had anything to do with the hollow sensation in her, but she felt such a sharp ache in her chest that she couldn’t breathe. 

It was as if an invisible weight was pinning her down. No matter how hard she struggled, she couldn’t 

seem to break free. 

Nadine shoved a spoonful of food into her mouth and forced herself to chew, but no amount of food. could fill up the hole in her heart. 

Evelyn was furious to see Nadine eating as if nothing had happened. “You bitch! How could you eat after 

you’ve ruined dinner for everyone? What are you, a pig? 

Evelyn was lashing out at Nadine after the latter had gotten Gigi punished and made Brad stalk off in anger. She wanted nothing more than to rip Nadine to shreds. 

Nadine chewed the mouthful of food slowly. It was tasteless, but she forced herself to swallow it 

nonetheless. 

She then slowly looked up at Evelyn. “I’m not the one who’s grunting at the dinner table.” 

Despite Nadine’s ever–pleasing disposition and kindness in the past, Gigi and Evelyn had never accepted her as part of the family. 

It was time Nadine finally stood up to them. There was no hope for turning things around at this point, 

anyway. 

Evelyn’s nostrils flared when she heard Nadine’s insult. She reached for the plate next to her and tried to hurl it at Nadine, but Daniel stopped her. 

He pinned the plate down and snapped, “Will you look at the state of yourself? Is this how behave as an elder? Come with me!” 

you should. 

Before Evelyn could argue any further, Daniel grabbed her wrist and forcefully dragged her upstairs. 

Now, Nadine was alone in the spacious dining room. The air seemed to have grown cold, the tension in it weighing her down and suffocating it. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

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Even the housekeeping staff kept their heads down and dared not make a sound. 

Nadine surveyed the empty seats at the dining table. A corner of her mouth lifted in a wry smile, and she resumed eating her dinner slowly. She couldn’t very well be sad on an empty stomach. 

“I don’t understand what’s wrong with you, Nadine!” 

Just then, Brad returned, his thunderous voice cutting through the air. 

Raindrops glistened on the hair that flopped over his forehead and his dark shirt, dripping off the edge of his shoulders. 

There was feral rage written on his face that made him look like the devil himself. He cast a vicious look 

at Nadine, who was still nonchalantly eating at the dining table. 

Jean had refused to come back to the house with him after he’d chased her down the rain–covered 

streets, and he had to watch her run away in tears. 

He had searched the entire neighborhood but found no trace of Jean anywhere. Defeated, he went back to the house and took all his anger out on Nadine. 

Brad was apoplectic when he saw Nadine dining nonchalantly. He stormed up to her and grabbed her wrist, ignoring her struggles as he dragged her upstairs by force. 

Nadine found herself pinned to the soft mattress of the large bed before she could even respond. Her slender flame swayed as the mattress absorbed her weight, and her heart felt like it might fly out of her, 

chest. 

Brad’s towering frame hovered above her, casting a shadow over her face. 

His icy fingers snaked around her delicate neck as he growled, “Why do you insist on picking on Jean?” 

He was furious that Nadine had kicked up such a fuss over Jean staying for dinner. No matter how he 

looked at it, Nadine was in the wrong here. 

If she had stayed quiet like she used to, none of this would have happened. 

Nadine felt his cold fingers tighten around her throat. It felt like his vise–like grip was tightening around her heart, too, threatening to squeeze it into smithereens. 

She stared at the ceiling, her hollow gaze full of disappointment. She finally realized that she would always be the villain in Brad’s narrative, all because he did not love her as he loved Jean. 

Nadine’s despondency had rid her of the desire to fight back. 

She closed her eyes and said in resignation, “If killing me is your idea of avenging your precious Jean, 

then do it–and make it quick.” 

Brad might seem mild–mannered and elegant on the outside, but in truth, he was a wolf in sheep’s 

clothing. 

Unprovoked, he had civility down to an art form. But once he was angered, he was not above destroying 

that which irked him. 

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He treasured Jean, and he would be damned if he did not punish Nadine for hurting her. He wouldn’t care that Nadine hadn’t been at fault; he would blame her anyway. 

Knowing all this, Nadine saw no point in struggling. She might as well let him do what he wanted. 

Brad had wanted to force an explanation out of Nadine but frowned when he noted the resigned look on her face. It was as if she didn’t care whether or not she would make it out of this room alive. 

“Get up, Nadine,” he growled. She was being reckless now, which was different from how she usually was. 

Nadine stubbornly lay on the bed and did not budge. She didn’t even open her eyes as she asked, “Aren’t you going to kill me for hurting your precious Jean? What are you waiting for?” 

There was no emotion on her face, only quiet disappointment. 

When Brad saw the plaintive look on her face and how she was ready to be martyred by his hands, his heart leaped to his throat. 

He hated her with a passion, but not to the point of wishing she was dead, much less contemplating the idea of strangling her to death. 

Nadine had been different ever since she suggested to him that they should get a divorce. 

Seeing her like this now only brought a wave of inexplicable emotions rushing through him, threatening to 

overwhelm him. 

He released her grip on her neck and gazed down imperiously at her seemingly lifeless frame. 

A sharp look came into his eyes as he hissed, “Get up right now, Nadine! Whose sympathy are you vying 

for?” 

Nadine did not want to move at all. She, lay still on the bed, her eyes still closed as she raised her chim and exposed the length of her neck. 

“Come on, strangle me. Kill me, and you can take Jean as your precious, lawfully wedded wife,” she said 

flatly. 

Nadien was truly exhausted. It was the kind of exhaustion that seeped through her bones, one that drew out her will to fight and convinced her that death was the better option. 

She would gladly die by Brad’s hands if it meant she could finally have peace. 

Fuming at her resigned state, Brad came up to the edge of the bed once more and pinned her down with 

his body. 

His lean frame belied the muscles that coiled under his skin, 

With his six–foot–two frame and the force with which he pinned Nadine down, she felt the mattress sink to absorb his weight. She felt like a stone was pressing down on her chest and cutting off ber breathing. 

Survival instinct made her reach up to push Brad away. “What the hell are you thinking, Brad? I’ve already lowered myself and pleaded with you to divorce me, so what more do you want from me? 

“I told you before that all I want out of this divorce is Sean. You can officially take Jean for a wife once I’m out of the picture, and we’ll all be happy. 

“So, why can’t you just let me go?” 

She had trapped herself within this miserable marriage for the last five years and sacrificed everything for Brad. 

For a moment, Nadine wondered if things might be different if she hadn’t married Brad five years ago.