A Vow of Deception, A Vow of Revenge novel Chapter 126

Rumors were swirling among the city's elite: the Rogers and Thorne families were about to form an alliance through marriage.

And tonight, when Winona appeared at Mr. Dalton's birthday party on Elvis's arm, those rumors all but became fact.

It wouldn't be long now—everyone expected the Rogers and Thorne families to officially announce their engagement plans any day.

Just moments ago, Winona had greeted Tyson with a chilly indifference.

That had to mean they'd broken up a while ago.

No wonder Tyson showed up to the Capital tonight with Celia by his side.

But it was strange—back in Seastone City, Jared had always thought Tyson and Winona were inseparable. Even after he left town, Tyson's social media was full of photos showing off his relationship with Winona.

So how could they have broken up so suddenly?

Jared had no idea what was going on between Tyson and Celia, but the more he thought about it, the odder it seemed.

Tyson shot him a dark look, then abruptly grabbed Celia by the wrist and dragged her away.

The hotel had a series of private lounges set aside for guests who needed a breather from the festivities.

Tyson found an empty room, shoved Celia inside, and slammed the door behind them.

The bang made Celia jump, her nerves rattled as she struggled to collect herself.

"Ty—"

"Why did you lie to me?"

Celia met Tyson's bloodshot eyes, instinctively shrinking back until her spine pressed up against the cold wall. Her throat tightened. "Ty, I—I don't know what you're talking about."

"You told me you had a great relationship with the Thornes!" Tyson's voice was a furious roar. "You even said Selma adored you. Yet you didn't even know Winona was Miss Thorne?"

"Ty, you're scaring me…" Celia sobbed, her hands trembling as she pressed them protectively to her stomach. "I—I'm carrying your child. Please, don't do this…"

At the mention of a child, Tyson's eyes wavered, but his anger didn't lessen.

"Why did you lie to me? Why?" Tyson yanked his tie loose, veins standing out on his neck. "I thought you'd be my bridge to the Thornes. I never imagined—"

Winona was Miss Thorne.

If only he hadn't brought Celia home that day. If only he hadn't taken her side, time and again. If only, when that truck came barreling down the road, he'd chosen Winona instead…

Everything could have been different.

And now, the thought of Winona about to marry another man felt like a knife twisting in his chest.

She was his girlfriend—the woman he'd spent five years with. How could she possibly belong to someone else?