Chapter 1465
Tyler grabbed Vickyâs hand and held onto it for dear life as though that was the only way to prevent her
from slipping away.
His dark gaze was fixated on her face as he tried to think of ways to explain himself. In the end, all
thoughts boiled down to a single sentence. âI canâ¦get treated.â
He hated doctors and never accepted treatment on his own accord. In the past, he merely tolerated
treatment when Vicky proposed them.
He clearly ditched his pride and admitted he was mentally ill by accepting treatment, and Vicky came
close to relenting.
At the very last moment, she snapped out of it and reminded herself that agreeing to his request would
hurt him in the end. She was never the cure to his illness nor his salvation. She was the poison that
pushed him deeper into despair and pain.
âCome back to me when youâre fully recovered, then.â She forced a bitter smile. âJust look at yourself.
Youâre back to your old self from five years ago! You locked me in this pitch -black basement, forced
yourself on me, and hurt me. If this carries on, youâll drive me crazy before you recover.â
Tyler gazed at her silently.
He truly wished that, in such a moment, she would remain by his side, but he knew she was right. He
would only bring
her harm.
Despite his reluctance, Tyler conceded. âAlright. After Iâm cured, Iâll come find you.â Before Vicky could
process her surprise at Tylerâs unexpected acquiescence, he spoke
again in a resolute tone, âBut donât even think about divorce.â
Vicky instantly realized Tylerâs intention. As long as they were not divorced, no matter how long his
treatment took, they could still be together once he returned. However, if they were to divorce at the
moment, there was no telling what the future might hold.
Agitated by her silence, he roared, âVicky, donât tell me youâre considering divorcing me!â
Vicky continued to stare at him, her gaze unwavering. âHow long do you expect me to wait for you?
One year, two years, or perhaps three to five years? A womanâs youth only lasts for a few years. Iâve
consulted doctors, and they all tell me that your illness is severe. Recovery is out of the question for the
next year or two, at the very least.â
Tyler wanted to argue, but Vicky cut him off. âAlright, letâs say you do recover within one or two years,
but what about the possibility of a relapse? What if this happens again?
What if you never fully recover? Am I supposed to dedicate my entire life to a lunatic?â
Tyler clearly had not expected her to use the word âlunaticâ and was left stunned.
Her words stripped away his defense and pierced his heart.
Throughout his life, he had heard countless insults and curses directed at him, even from his own
family and his parents. He had been unfazed by it all, but a few words from Vicky were enough to fill
him with misery.
Vicky clenched her fists under the water and her expression remained indifferent. âI did promise you I
wouldnât leave you again, but that was based on the premise that we have a future-that we can live
together normally. At the moment, I donât see a future with you at all.
âTyler, I know you might think Iâm heartless, but just look at yourself. You imagine that Iâm betraying you
every day and even came close to killing me a couple of times. Just how forgiving do you think I am to
put up with such torment? Iâm not a masochist; I donât enjoy feeling this way.â
âIf love canât heal him, thenâ¦Iâll make him hate me,â she thought.