A Vow of Deception, A Vow of Revenge novel Chapter 50

Tyson's gaze lingered on Winona's red lips as he spoke. He lifted his hand, as if about to reach out and touch her mouth.

Winona turned her head sharply, dodging his advance. She looked at the shameless man in front of her, let out a cold laugh, and immediately raised her foot to kick him.

"You—!"

Tyson reacted quickly, stepping back and letting go of her, so her kick landed on nothing but air.

"Are you out of your mind?" he snapped.

"No, you're the crazy one." Winona smoothed the wrinkled hem of her blouse, her voice icy. "Getting handsy with your secretary in the office, Mr. Goodwin? If word gets out, what happens to your reputation? Or the Goodwin Corporation's?"

Tyson swallowed hard, staring at her cold, impassive face. He started to protest, his words tumbling out before he could stop himself. "You're not just my secretary, you're also my—"

"Enough." Winona cut him off, her tone unyielding.

A bitter look flickered across Tyson's face. "Do you remember what tomorrow is?"

Winona's expression didn't change. She stayed silent.

Of course she remembered.

But the thought of that date only made her sick to her stomach.

"Tomorrow is the anniversary of the first time I confessed my feelings to you…" Tyson continued, his voice taking on a wistful, almost nostalgic tone. "I still remember the way you smiled and turned me down. Even then, I thought you were adorable. I liked you so much. I told myself I'd never give up."

He was right—Winona hadn't accepted him the first time he confessed.

Back then, she was the talk of the entire university—beautiful, poised, admired by everyone. From the moment she'd arrived as a freshman, she'd been swarmed by admirers. But she turned every single one of them down.

All she could remember was that night, overhearing what Celia had said.

"If I hadn't had that fight with Ty, would he ever have tried to ask Winona out just to spite me?"

So Tyson's so-called confession had only ever been an act of petty revenge after a fight with Celia.

He could have given up after she turned him down, but instead he chose to keep up the lie, to fool her, to drag her deeper and deeper until she no longer had any way out.

Winona clenched her fists so tightly her knuckles went white.

"Nona, we've both been through so much lately. Aren't you tired of fighting?" Tyson tried again, his voice coaxing, pleading. "Celia's made mistakes, but she's been in the detention center for days—she's paid the price. I know you're jealous because I was good to her, and that's why you insisted on pressing charges."

Winona snapped out of her thoughts, shooting Tyson a look of utter disbelief.