A Vow of Deception, A Vow of Revenge novel Chapter 130

Elvis immediately tightened his grip around her hand.

Their fingers intertwined, the gesture intimate and unmistakable.

Tyson's eyes flared an even deeper shade of red; jealousy was clawing at him, threatening to drive him mad. His woman—right in front of him—was now holding hands with another man, fingers laced together as if nothing else in the world existed.

"It's getting late, Mr. Goodwin. I'd appreciate it if you didn't disturb us any further," Winona said, her tone cool and resolute. She turned, ready to leave with Elvis.

But Tyson lunged forward, reaching for her other hand.

In an instant, Elvis stepped between them, shielding Winona behind his broad shoulders.

"Tyson!" Elvis snapped, his voice cold as steel. "Stay away from my fiancée."

"My fiancée?" Tyson suddenly broke into a twisted grin, a hint of madness in his eyes. "Are you kidding me, Elvis? Don't you realize—Nona is my wife. We're already legally married!"

He cocked his head, gaze darting past Elvis to fix on Winona. "Nona, did you forget? You were so happy when we got that marriage license—"

"Enough!" Winona cut him off, her face etched with irritation.

Hearing him bring up anything about their so-called "marriage" made her skin crawl with disgust.

Tyson, oblivious to the revulsion flickering across her face, only looked more smug. "That's right, Nona. You're my wife, and we're not divorced. So how could you possibly be someone else's fiancée? Come on, be good. Let's go home."

Winona's hand trembled with anger and loathing. "Have you said enough?" she bit out, her voice icy.

Just then, Elvis brushed his thumb gently across the back of her hand—a small, quiet gesture, but somehow it calmed her trembling, anchoring her in the moment.

"I'm only stating facts, aren't I? You—"

He'd planned everything so perfectly.

She'd seemed so happy when they left the registry office—she hadn't suspected a thing.

Now Tyson's mind was a tangled mess, thoughts racing and colliding until he could barely breathe. Cold sweat soaked his back, running down his spine in chilling rivulets.

"No… no, that's impossible…" He shook his head desperately, as if he could will away her words. "Nona, you're just angry, right? That certificate is real—we're really married!"

He stared at her, searching her face for any sign that she was joking, but all he saw was the icy contempt in her eyes.

That gaze was like a mirror, reflecting nothing but his own foolishness and desperation.

"It's not hard to verify whether a marriage certificate is real or not, Tyson," Winona said flatly. "There's no point in pretending anymore."