Chapter 413
âYou wonât blame me?â Vicky repeated and said sarcastically, âSo, am I supposed to be thankful for
having your forgiveness?â
âYou donât need to,â he said. âYou just need to remember this lesson.â
âYou sure worked hard to stop me from running or divorcing you,â she mocked.
He ignored her tone and said, âYou are my wife, after all. Itâs normal for me to put some effort into you.â
She chuckled. âAm I supposed to be honored?â
Tyler seemed to have grown tired of the subject and said, âItâs getting late. We should rest.â
Apart from feeling slightly surprised, Tyler did not seem overly affected by the fact that his identity had
been exposed as though it was something not out of the ordinary.
He pulled Vicky into his arms and Vicky shoved him away before getting out of bed with a dark look on
her face.
Tyler scowled. âWhere are you going?â
âIâm sleeping in the guest room tonight.â
He got out of bed to stop her. âStop it.â
âStop it?â She repeated inwardly. âWhat a jerk.â
She pulled away from his touch and said, âItâs not like you are going to do anything to me tonight, so it
shouldnât matter where I sleep.â
âI said, no,â he said sternly.
Disgust and resentment filled her heart the same way they did when she was cornered by the masked
man.
She ignored him and walked around him, only to be lifted off her feet after she had taken a few steps
toward the door.
She had been suppressing her anger and frustration, and she felt like she was suffocating when Tyler
showed no remorse for his action.
âLet me go!â She fought him with all her might in an attempt to break free from his embrace.
His arms tied her down like chains, and she simply could not shake him off. âLetâs go to sleep together,â
he coaxed in a softer voice. âI wonât touch you.â âIs it supposed to be considered mercy that he isnât
touching me now?â She cried inwardly. âDo I have no right to reject him?
âTyler Hart!â Tears welled in her eyes, but she managed to hold back her tears. âI said, let me go!â
He lowered his gaze to her and noticed that she was trembling in rage.
She bit her lower lip as she tried to suppress her emotions, but failed to hide the hatred and disgust in
her eyes.
âNo,â he said coldly.
No one could change his decision, and whatever he wanted would always belong to him.
Vicky hated how he was always calm as though nothing ever bothered him.
She felt like a pet to him; he could treat her well whenever he was in a good mood and cast her aside
whenever he was upset. He had no concern for her well-being or feelings, and he would never bother
to explain himself to her.
Tyler did not love her. The thought sent a piercing pain through her chest, which radiated to every cell
in her body.
âTyler Hart.â Her eyes were still red, but the tears had run dry.