After finally calming down, Vicky stared at the man before her and asked,â Why are you here?â
Tyler narrowed his eyes in displeasure. âThis is my house. Why canât I be here?â
She sobered. âThatâs not what I mean. I thoughtââ
âYou thought, what?â
â⦠Nothing.â
She delivered the divorce agreements to Tyler earlier that day, and since Tyler did not say anything
against it, she assumed they had reached a consensus that the divorce was confirmed and all that was
left was for them to proceed with legal procedures.
âDid he come home tonight so we can head out early tomorrow morning to file for divorce?â she
thought. Deciding not to question any further, she said, âItâs late. Letâs just go to sleep.â
He hummed in response and headed into the bathroom.
She heard the water running in the bathroom shortly after, but she struggled to go back to sleep
because of the dream she had earlier.
Vicky had been struggling with quality sleep and would continuously dream of strange things; she could
no longer distinguish dreams from reality.
The sound of water running stopped, and the bathroom door opened.
Vicky closed her eyes hastily and pretended to be asleep.
The other side of the bed sank, and Tyler got into bed.
The scent of shampoo filled the air, and as soon as she tensed, he moved closer and captured her lips.
âTyler-mph!â
The man swallowed her words, and as her mind drifted, she heard his hoarse, husky voice.
âWe havenât filed the divorce, so weâre still married.â
âWhat is he saying? Heâs trying to sleep with me as many times as possible before we finalize the
divorce!â she thought.
In the following days, Tyler would return home every night only to sleep with her instead of filing the
divorce the next day.
Vicky would wake up each morning to find that Tyler was gone.
When she went to wash up, she saw the dark circles underneath her eyes and clenched her fists.
âAs expected of a profiteer!â she grumbled internally. âHe helped resolve the issue with the breach of
contract, and this is how he made me pay for it!â
She kept having confusing dreams during the night, and after being tormented throughout the night by
Tyler, she started feeling tired.
One day, Vicky simply could not take it any longer and called Tyler. âWhen exactly are we going to file
the divorce?â
âIâm busy today,â he said calmly.
âBut-â
Beep, beep!
The call ended, and Vicky glared at her phone furiously.
âHe doesnât have time to file the divorce but has time to come home every night to sleep with me?!â she
cursed mentally. âHe was even late to work this morning because he wanted to do it again. We couldâve
used that time to file the divorce!â
Suddenly, realization dawned on Vicky, and she immediately sent Tyler a text.
[Tyler, what are you trying to do?]
She did not receive any response until two hours later when her phone vibrated.