A Vow of Deception, A Vow of Revenge novel Chapter 28

Back at her desk, Winona noticed a new notification flashing on her phone.

She picked it up—Elvis had sent her a message on WhatsApp.

"Sorry about this morning. The paparazzi caught us on camera, but I've already asked my team to get those tabloids taken down. The photos will disappear from the internet soon. If this causes you any trouble, let me know—I'll handle it."

The way the gossip sites told it, it was obvious the photographers had been targeting Elvis. Winona had just gotten caught up in the mess because of him.

So, out of guilt, Elvis had sent her that message.

Winona replied at once: "I'm not bothered. Really, don't worry about it."

She had been a little irritated when she first saw the photos, but that was directed at the paparazzi, not at Elvis. He hadn't done anything wrong.

After she hit send, Elvis didn't reply again—he was probably busy.

Winona didn't mind and turned her attention back to work.

Even though the project was in its final stages, there was still plenty to do, not to mention all the other little tasks piling up. She stayed busy, head down, until the sky outside had turned dark.

By the time she finally looked up from her computer, the office was empty. Everyone else had already left.

She shut down her computer and started packing up her things.

Just as she finished, the door to Tyson's office opened.

Tyson stepped out, his eyes finding her, and for a moment, he smiled at her with the same gentle warmth he'd had when they were first in love.

"Nona, heading out?"

Winona frowned. She had assumed Tyson had already left—especially since Celia's desk was empty.

"Yeah."

Noticing her cool tone, Tyson figured she must still be upset.

He softened his voice and expression even more, walked over, and, as if performing a magic trick, produced a small elegant box.

"A little gift for you."

Winona didn't reach for it, so Tyson opened the box himself, revealing a pair of delicate sapphire earrings.

"Do you like them?"

Winona stared at the earrings, silent.

"You don't like them?" Tyson hesitated. "I remember back in college, I gave you a pair of sapphire earrings. You loved them—you wore them all the time."

Winona's lips curled into a faint, almost mocking smile. She brushed her hair behind her ear, fully exposing her earlobe.

"I haven't worn earrings in almost two years. The holes have closed up."

Tyson didn't call for the driver. He took the wheel himself and drove Winona to the restaurant.

On the way, he kept bringing up memories from their college days, but Winona stayed silent.

Those memories, which once would've made her heart flutter, now just felt empty.

At the restaurant, a server led them upstairs to a window table—their old favorite spot.

Soon, servers began to bring out dish after dish, each one beautifully presented.

"Nona, I ordered ahead—all your favorites," Tyson said, smiling. "And I asked for pomegranate juice, too. It should be here soon."

Winona glanced over the food. It was all the things she used to love, but looking at them now, she didn't feel the slightest bit hungry.

Even the pomegranate juice she'd once enjoyed now seemed sickeningly sweet.

"You know, since we got married, we haven't really sat down and had a proper meal together…"

"Tyson." Winona cut him off. "Let's break up."

Tyson stared at her in disbelief.

"Or maybe I should say, let's get a divorce."