Chapter 223
Tyler sneered when he heard Vicky wanted a divorce. âHmph.â
Vicky left the club herself, and Tyler no longer bothered to stop her.
When she took a taxi and reached home, Tyler was already at home with sounds of water splashing
from the bathroom greeting her.
She stood still for a while before she opened the cabinet to look for a new set of duvets. When she
finally found the whole set of bedding, Tyler was just out of the bathroom.
His eyes turned dark when he saw Vicky walking out with the new set of bedding. âVicky, where are you
going?â
âIâm sleeping in the guest room tonight.â Vicky did not look back and just left. âIâll draft the divorce
agreement tomorrow. Itâs better for us to sleep separately before the divorce is settled.â
There was no bed in the guest room, but she could sleep on the floor. It would be temporary until she
rented a new place and moved out. She had everything planned out.
Suddenly, she felt the world spinning as she was pulled, causing the bedding to be dropped to the floor,
and she realized she was thrown back to their bed. Thankfully, the soft bed did not harm Vicky, save
tousling her hair and rendering her disheveled-looking.
She stared at him angrily. âTyler Hart, are you crazy?!â
With his body blocking the ceiling light, he looked at her from a condescending angle and said
indifferently, âVicky, do you think you can fool me as you like?â
âYou said Iâm fooling you?â Vicky thought it was so funny to hear that coming out of his mouth. âHow did
I fool you?â
âYou proposed the three months contract and deliberately ease our relationship. Didnât you do it to
have revenge on Sheila and also pave a road for yourself?â Tyler asked.
Vicky clenched her fists tightly. âThatâs because you forced me to do it!â
As her husband, she would have to wait until he was in a good mood to meet up with him, let alone ask
him for help. When she was hurt and had to be admitted to the hospital, he did not help her to punish
the culprit.
Instead, he helped other people.
âIf I canât rely on my man, whatâs the problem with me helping myself?â
Tyler lay down and imprisoned Vicky to the bed with his two arms, his shadow looking over her entirely.
His handsome face contorted glumly. âItâs fine if you use the same trick twice, but more than that, itâs
just disgusting.â
His eyes were dark and sharp like a cold poison needle.
Vickyâs heart throbbed as she closed her eyes, desperately needing to calm down.
After a while, she opened her eyes again. âYes, I admit I have a motive for the first time. But after that, I
never thought of fooling you. I did think of continuing with this marriage, and I thought we could start
over, butâ¦â
She stared at him with her clear eyes. âThe gap between us will not disappear just because I forget or
try to ignore it. Just like I can never accept you spending time helping your confidante every time she is
in trouble despite knowing thereâs nothing between the two of you.â
Tylerâs eyes started to turn cold. âIâm afraid sheâs not the whole reason.â
Sheila was a problem but never the real cause. Both of them knew this point.
Vicky looked at his exquisite and handsome face. Suddenly, she asked,â Tyler, have you ever liked
me?â
Tyler was stunned for a moment. The way he looked at her became darker.
After a few seconds, he said, âVicky, donât you think youâre asking for too much?â