"You won't blame me?" Vicky repeated and said sarcastically, "So, am I supposed to be thankful for having your forgiveness?"
"You don't need to," he said. "You just need to remember this lesson."
"You sure worked hard to stop me from running or divorcing you," she mocked.
He ignored her tone and said, "You are my wife, after all. It's normal for me to put some effort into you."
She chuckled. "Am I supposed to be honored?"
Tyler seemed to have grown tired of the subject and said, "It's getting late. We should rest."
Apart from feeling slightly surprised, Tyler did not seem overly affected by the fact that his identity had been exposed as though it was something not out of the ordinary.
He pulled Vicky into his arms and Vicky shoved him away before getting out of bed with a dark look on her face.
Tyler scowled. "Where are you going?"
"I'm sleeping in the guest room tonight."
He got out of bed to stop her. "Stop it."
'Stop it?' She repeated inwardly. 'What a jerk.'
She pulled
