Chapter 1465
Tyler grabbed Vicky's hand and held onto it for dear life as though that was the only way to prevent her from
slipping away.
His dark gaze was fixated on her face as he tried to think of ways to explain himself. In the end, all thoughts boiled
down to a single sentence. "I can...get treated."
He hated doctors and never accepted treatment on his own accord. In the past, he merely tolerated treatment
when Vicky proposed them.
He clearly ditched his pride and admitted he was mentally ill by accepting treatment, and Vicky came close to
relenting.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAt the very last moment, she snapped out of it and reminded herself that agreeing to his request would hurt him in
the end. She was never the cure to his illness nor his salvation. She was the poison that pushed him deeper into
despair and pain.
"Come back to me when you're fully recovered, then." She forced a bitter smile. "Just look at yourself. You're back
to your old self from five years ago! You locked me in this pitch -black basement, forced yourself on me, and hurt
me. If this carries on, you'll drive me crazy before you recover."
Tyler gazed at her silently.
He truly wished that, in such a moment, she would remain by his side, but he knew she was right. He would only
bring
her harm.
Despite his reluctance, Tyler conceded. "Alright. After I'm cured, I'll come find you." Before Vicky could process her
surprise at Tyler's unexpected acquiescence, he spoke
again in a resolute tone, "But don't even think about divorce.”
Vicky instantly realized Tyler's intention. As long as they were not divorced, no matter how long his treatment took,
they could still be together once he returned. However, if they were to divorce at the moment, there was no telling
what the future might hold.
Agitated by her silence, he roared, "Vicky, don't tell me you're considering divorcing me!"
Vicky continued to stare at him, her gaze unwavering. "How long do you expect me to wait for you? One year, two
years, or perhaps three to five years? A woman's youth only lasts for a few years. I've consulted doctors, and they
all tell me that your illness is severe. Recovery is out of the question for the next year or two, at the very least."
Tyler wanted to argue, but Vicky cut him off. "Alright, let's say you do recover within one or two years, but what
about the possibility of a relapse? What if this happens again?
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWhat if you never fully recover? Am I supposed to dedicate my entire life to a lunatic?"
Tyler clearly had not expected her to use the word 'lunatic' and was left stunned.
Her words stripped away his defense and pierced his heart.
Throughout his life, he had heard countless insults and curses directed at him, even from his own family and his
parents. He had been unfazed by it all, but a few words from Vicky were enough to fill him with misery.
Vicky clenched her fists under the water and her expression remained indifferent. "I did promise you I wouldn't
leave you again, but that was based on the premise that we have a future-that we can live together normally. At
the moment, I don't see a future with you at all.
"Tyler, I know you might think I'm heartless, but just look at yourself. You imagine that I’m betraying you every day
and even came close to killing me a couple of times. Just how forgiving do you think I am to put up with such
torment? I'm not a masochist; I don't enjoy feeling this way."
'If love can't heal him, then...I'll make him hate me,' she thought.