A Vow of Deception, A Vow of Revenge novel Chapter 139

He never expected Winona to find out so suddenly—let alone that she'd actually leave him, or worse, marry another man.

The thought hit Tyson like a punch to the chest. His voice dropped, tense and low. "Nona, where are you going? Don't tell me… you're going to see Elvis?"

"So what if I am?"

Winona didn't flinch. Her eyes were clear, almost brutally calm. "Who I see, who I spend time with—none of that is your business anymore."

"I don't believe you actually love him!" Tyson's voice cracked as he shouted, desperate and wild. "Nona, you're only allowed to love me! We've been together for five years, Nona!"

"Five years?" Winona's words were cold and steady, each one landing like a blow. "The moment I found out you'd married Celia, those five years went up in smoke. And who I love—or don't love—has always been my decision. If I loved you before, I must have been blind. If I love Elvis now, it's because I finally see things clearly. You have no right to dictate my life."

Tyson's pupils shrank. He stumbled backward until he slammed into a lamppost, the impact echoing with a dull thud.

He was unraveling.

From the moment Winona broke up with him, he'd convinced himself she was just being dramatic, throwing a tantrum to get his attention. Whatever she did, he thought, it was just to make him jealous. Deep down, he always believed he was the one who mattered most.

But now, right in front of him, Winona said it—she liked Elvis. Not him.

Was he really losing her?

At moments like this, memories came crashing back, relentless and overwhelming.

The glow of the library late at night in college, candles flickering on a birthday cake, the two of them sharing an umbrella in the rain… Each image surged up, threatening to drown him.

"Nona, can't we start over?" His voice was raw, almost a whisper, and he was nearly on his knees. "I'll divorce Celia—right now. Please, forgive me. We can try again. We can make this work."

"What happens between you and Celia is none of my concern," Winona replied coolly. "And don't drag me into your excuses. Tyson, we're finished. Don't show up in my life again."

With that, she turned and walked toward her car.

"Winona!" Tyson completely lost control. He lunged after her, but two Thorne family security guards moved in just in time, grabbing his arms.

The two burly men, one on each side, held him like he weighed nothing, dragging him away from Winona, further and further with every step.

"Let me go!" Tyson thrashed, his expensive suit rumpled and torn, his voice hoarse and ragged—looking nothing like the confident man he once was.