Tyler pulled Vicky to him roughly and stared into her eyes. “Are you women all born to be so heartless?”

His grip was so strong that her wrist began to hurt. She frowned and said, “It hurts… Let go…”

“Sure. Tell me who helped you.”

“I already told you that it was Harvey…”

Before she could finish, the sound of fabric tearing echoed in the room, and her shirt was torn apart.

She was stunned for a moment before she snapped out of it and covered her exposed chest. “Have you gone mad, Tyler?!”

at her with a ruthless look in his eyes as he uttered

“I don’t know…”

what,

but the anxiety that overwhelmed her

the bed roughly before tying her wrists

he got up and left, only to return in a few minutes with

Hart, let me go! You can’t do this to me! You lunatic! Psychopath! I don’t want to be with you anymore! I’m divorcing

when she was

her feel like a pet that was locked in a dark room with her pride on the

expressed any compassion or sympathy for

not know how she managed to survive that week, but the

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