On one hand, Felix made it clear he wouldn’t go upstairs after Tyler left.
On the other, he was determined to take Tyler with him.
Tyler narrowed his eyes, sizing Felix up from head to toe. He glanced over at the elevator, then finally nodded his agreement.
Fine, taking Felix away might be for the best, Tyler thought.
The two of them returned to the black Mercedes parked outside.
As they both slid into the back seat, Secretary Jensen and the female driver exchanged bewildered glances in the front. They traded a quick look, clearly baffled by the turn of events.
“Where are you headed?” Tyler asked bluntly.
Felix smiled, catching the driver’s eye in the rearview mirror. “Alden General Hospital,” he said.
He looked from Secretary Jensen to Tyler, still smiling. “Sorry for the trouble.”
His tone was so open, as if nothing was amiss.
Tyler turned away, shutting his eyes, pretending to rest.
The car pulled out and headed toward the hospital.
After a few minutes, Felix glanced at Tyler, as if weighing his words. Finally he spoke. “There’s nothing between me and her.”
Tyler opened his eyes at that, shooting Felix a sharp look.
Felix’s smile was faint. “I did it on purpose. I couldn’t stand watching you treat her that way, so I wanted to get under your skin.”
Tyler’s brow furrowed, his jaw set.
“What you saw at the hospital—she was hurt. I was just helping her walk,” Felix explained quietly.
But Tyler didn’t buy it.
He was a man himself; he knew exactly what other men were thinking.
“It’s true,” Felix insisted with a soft laugh. “Otherwise, I wouldn’t bother telling you all this.”
He turned serious. “I just hope that after you two sign the divorce papers tomorrow, you’ll remember how good she was to you. Don’t let Vivienne push her around.”
Felix’s sincerity was hard to fake. Tyler looked down, his gaze dropping to the floor.
“I’m not that kind of person,” he muttered.
As long as she stays in line.
She remembered—one year ago, the hurried night of their wedding. He had led her out onto the tiny lawn of their new home, put a sparkler in her hand.
“Light it,” he’d said with a gentle smile.
Curious, she’d touched the flame to the fuse, and he’d wrapped his arms around her as they stepped back. The sparkler’s crackle set off a firework hidden in the grass, and it shot upward. She gasped, laughing in delight.
Before her laughter faded, fireworks began exploding all over the city, one after another.
The whole city.
Her single firework had become a citywide celebration.
“I added this as a surprise,” he’d whispered in her ear. “Do you like it?”
She’d nodded eagerly. “I love it.”
She could still remember the way he looked at her then, the warmth in his eyes.
For that brief moment, she knew his feelings were real.
But now, that sincerity belonged to someone else.

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