Loving You In Secret (Vicky and Tyler) novel Chapter 975

However, Vicky did not have the right to blame Tyler. She had hurt him badly when she made the wrong choice in the past. She felt even guiltier after she learned about the inhumane torture he was put under by his own parents.

That was why she agreed to the divorce so easily even though it looked like he was the one who forced her into it. She owed him that much, but she had no intention to owe him forever. On the day of their divorce, she told herself that that would be the end of their grievances and that it was time to wipe the slate clean. She had no idea whether she would be able to let bygones be bygones, but she sure as hell was going to try. It was either that or to live forever in the past.

Tyler chuckled dryly. "Wow. Such big words from a small girl. Do you think you can talk to me like that just because you have Lincoln on your side? My oh my. Vicky, you're delusional if you think he can help you. Well, I hate to burst your bubble, but he will never help you. In fact, don't be surprised if he stabs you in the back when you need his help the most. Besides…"

He slowly closed in on her face, making the already small space even more suffocating.

"Do you really think he can win in a fight against me?"

The two of them were very, very close, so close that Vicky could feel his warm breath tickling her skin, causing her to shudder.

Tyler put his lips close to her ear and whispered seductively as if he was the devil himself, "As long as I'm not done playing with you, don't even think I'll ever let you go."

…

"Ahhh!"

Vicky suddenly shot up from her bed. Her heart was pounding in her chest and her forehead was slicked with a layer of sweat. She kept taking big gulps of air, and it took her quite a while before she finally calmed down.

She then turned on the light to check the time. It was half past two in the morning. After getting out of bed for some water, she felt a little more awake. She had a nightmare again, but the nightmare this time did not come from her past memory. Instead, it was a real nightmare.