Chapter 93

Vicky had spent enough time with Tyler to know what he was thinking. Thus, with a smile, she took out a piece of cake from the lunch bag. "This is my lunch."

A small cake that was not even bigger than a palm.

Tyler frowned. "Are you so poor that you can't afford to buy lunch?"

"I ate too much for breakfast, so I don't feel like eating too much for lunch." Vicky tore the packaging. "I think I'm going to get hungry quite early tonight.

Why don't you get off work earlier and we can have an early dinner?"

Tyler looked at her. "So that's what you're after?"

"Yes," Vicky nodded, admitting to it. "You don't want a disabled wife, do you? Come home early for dinner. You'll be good, and I'll be good. It's a winwin situation, and everyone is happy."

"Vicky, I can look for a new wife if you're disabled," Tyler replied.

fork to scoop the cake. Her words were unclear with cake in her mouth as she replied,

going to fully cooperate with me when we

said you didn't want a divorce and regretted it right away. I'm learning

that he chuckled. "Vicky

over yet. Everything I'm

one not keeping his word and is instead

was speechless and could not be bothered to talk with

that moment, a series of knocks were heard on

Knock, knock, knock!

"Come in," Tyler responded.

woman pushed the door

lunch. I cooked your favorite

sofa, and the smile on her face froze. "Oh, Miss

when she saw Sheila. She looked at Vicky and thought, 'No wonder he didn't want to eat the food I bought. He's expecting someone else to

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