Loving You In Secret novel 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.

At 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."

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.