The man's tall figure stood silently in the dim light, seemingly merging with the darkness. Vicky's voice was hoarse as she spoke, "I've never forced you to marry me since the beginning. The engagement banquet with Harvey, Gloria's abduction… everything was orchestrated by you, wasn't it? Pursuing Gloria was just a cover for your true motives… wasn't it?" Harvey had warned her that Tyler was behind all of this, but at that time, she did not believe it because she felt that Tyler had no motive to do such things. It seemed impossible for him to go to such lengths merely to be with her. Considering how prideful Tyler was, it would have been fortunate if he did not try to kill her, let alone attempt to rekindle past love with her. Therefore, Vicky did not entirely believe Harvey's words. However, at that moment, it seemed that everything she had doubted was actually true as Tyler's transformation had started gradually after she confessed her love for him. "Tyler, you spent so man
The intertwining of light and shadow revealed the man's cold, frosty eyes before her. He held her chin as he said in a lowered tone, "You've recovered your memories a long time ago, yet you kept deceiving me, pretending not to remember... What right do you have to present yourself as a victim?" His long fingers gently caressed her cheek. It carried a peculiar sensation. "This is karma. This is the consequence of your own actions." Finally, he grew tired of concealing his true self and dropped his disguise. Vicky's gaze flickered, and she instinctively asked, "How did you find out?" The recovery of her memories was something that even her companions, Cece and Jennifer, were not aware of. So, she was baffled by how Tyler found out about it. 'Am I missing something?' She thought. Tyler sneered. "Did you really think you could deceive me with your little tricks?" Vicky gazed at the man before her and asked the question hidden deep in her heart, "Tyler, in the four years of
Vicky looked at the divorce agreements for a moment before abruptly tearing them apart. Tyler's voice turned cold and asked, "Vicky?" Vicky replied in a calm voice, "I have my own job and I’m capable of supporting myself. You can waive the compensation. As for the cars... I haven't driven since my accident, so you don't need to leave them for me. As for the villa..." Tyler rarely came home. To him, that villa was more of a hotel. Even if he kept it, he would not live there. "Leave the villa to me. Redraft the agreement and bring it to me for signing," she continued. Tyler stood still, observing her for a while before finally turning around to leave. After about ten minutes, he returned with a revised copy of the divorce agreement and handed it to Vicky. Vicky read through it and signed her name. Tyler took the document and said to Vicky, "Get ready. You can leave here soon." Vicky's lips moved, but she could not utter a single word. Shortly after, Vicky was led out of
Tyler's strategy was truly remarkable. As they walked out of the Civil Administration office, Tyler asked, "Where are you going? I can get Harry to give you a ride." Vicky, however, asked, "Are Jennifer and Cece, as well as Alex and Sebastian, alright now?" "They have all been released." "Can I borrow your phone for a moment?" After being released, she and Tyler went directly to the Civil Administration office. Although her phone was returned to her, it had run out of battery and shut off after three days. Tyler glanced at Harry, who understood and found Cece's phone number in the contact list. He dialed the number for Vicky and handed her the phone, which Vicky accepted readily. "Harry, how dare you call me?! Are you calling to see if I'm dead?!" Cece's spirited voice could be heard from the other end of the phone. Vicky relaxed slightly after hearing Cece's vigorous voice. "Cece, it's me," she spoke up. "Vicky?" Cece paused for a moment and hurriedly said, "Vicky,
Ever since they started growing apart, Tyler had not been home. Naturally, he did not have time to gather his belongings from the study. Vicky pondered and sent a text message to Harry, asking him to come over when he had time to pack up Tyler's documents and belongings. They were no longer husband and wife, so she could not go through Tyler's things recklessly. Although the mansion now belonged to her, she could dispose of any of Tyler's things as she pleased. However, there was no telling if there were important documents hidden somewhere. If there were truly valuable items, she would not be able to compensate for any damage to them. After a while, Harry replied, "Alright." Vicky returned to the bedroom and gathered all the items related to Tyler in a box. Then, one by one, she moved those boxes to Tyler's study, waiting for Harry to come and take them all away. After everything was packed up, Vicky took a final look at Tyler's study. It was all over. Her grievances
Those women were nothing more than tools Tyler used to retaliate against her. He held a grudge against her for her past infidelity and believed that seeking affection and parading a few women around was a perfectly normal response. "Vicky, is there really no chance for reconciliation between you two?" Cece asked with a hint of hope. Vicky smiled faintly. "We have completed our divorce proceedings. What do you think?" Upon hearing this news, both Cece and Jennifer were rendered speechless, unable to respond for a long time. At that moment, a low and gentle voice came from beside them. "Vicky, Miss Lynn, Miss Monroe, are you three also dining here?" The three of them looked up and saw a tall and handsome man standing before them. Jennifer immediately stood up. "Sir, you're here too?" The man's lips curled into a smile. "Yes, I heard that this restaurant's flavors are excellent, unlike other high-end establishments that only focus on service." He glanced around and sighed li
Before Vicky could respond, the waiter had brought over the dishes and the four proceeded to dine quietly. After dinner, Vicky went to pay. "Madam, the bill has already been settled by the gentleman at your table," the server said. Vicky froze. Not long ago, the man excused himself to the bathroom and she realized that was merely his excuse to pay the bill. When she returned to the table, she noticed that the man was gone and asked, "Where is that gentleman?" "He got a phone call and went outside to take it. He told us to wait outside," Jennifer said. "Let's go outside, then." After exiting the restaurant, Cece said to Vicky, "Jennifer and I have something else to do, so we won't wait here." The taxi they called had already arrived outside the restaurant, so Vicky nodded. After getting into the taxi, Jennifer could not help but turn around to look back. "Cece, that gentleman wouldn't even reveal his name. Is it okay for us to leave Vicky alone with him?" "She'll b
Jennifer was horrible at dealing with love rivals. If Noah was truly that popular with women, she would have to reevaluate her relationship with him. ... After Cece and Jennifer left, Vicky stood at the entrance of the restaurant and waited for the mysterious man to return. The night was quiet, and Vicky's shadow was cast on the ground, lonely and desolate. She waited for a while, but the man did not come back. As she contemplated whether to give him a call, the restaurant door opened and closed automatically, revealing two figures walking through it. The man was tall and handsome, and the woman was slender and beautiful. Vicky did not pay attention to them initially, until she heard a clear and refreshing voice from behind saying, "Excuse me, please make way." The voice was familiar. It was so familiar that she had dreamt of it just last night. Vicky's body stiffened as she slowly turned around. The man with a cold and stern demeanor stood behind her. His handsome fa