Vicky looked up at Tyler and answered, “Because…I’m your wife?”

Tyler laughed. “Wrong. It’s because I’m still useful to them.”

“How are you still useful to them?” asked Vicky with a puzzled expression on her face.

“I can help their adopted son to successfully get the position of being the heir to the entire Hart family’s fortune.”

Vicky was a little taken aback. “They want you to help him? But aren’t you their real kid…?”

“So what?” Tyler asked back indifferently.

Vicky fell silent.

Tyler was right—what did it matter that he was their biological child? He had long been labeled as the ‘rebellious one’, and it was all because of her. If she was not in his life, he would not have been hated by his parents nor would he have to suffer through so much torture.

new knowledge made Vicky feel as if a giant boulder was pressing against her chest and making it hard for her

Vicky did not continue the conversation, neither

being locked up for so long—was feverish. The emotional shock of seeing

trembling, so he hugged her tighter. Instinctively, Vicky began to struggle even though she had no energy left. Her resistance made Tyler’s eyes darken because he realized she would only be nice when she needed something from

everything a married couple does, so why are you still

misunderstood her. “I’m dirty…and I’m worried that I’ll get your clothes dirty too,” she

in a dirty and cold basement for the past several days without a chance to shower, and

had always been a clean freak, so she was

her explanation. “It’s

Vicky could not imagine just how unkempt and unsightly she must have looked at the moment. Even though they were husband and wife, she was

his gaze, thinking that as long as she did not look at him, she could pretend he was not looking at her

is how it must be,’ she thought in a bid

behavior made Tyler

I was the one who got you out

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