Chapter 93

Vicky had spent enough time with Tyler, so she knew what he was thinking. With a smile, she took out something from the lunch bag. "This is my lunch." It was only a cupcake. Tyler frowned. "Are you so poor that you can't afford to buy lunch?" "I ate too much for breakfast, so I don't feel like eating too much for lunch." Vicky tore the packaging. "I'm pretty sure I'll be hungry again before dinner time. Why don't you get off work earlier so that we can have an early dinner?" Tyler looked at her. "So that was your plan all along?" "Yes." Vicky admitted it without hesitation. "You don't want a disabled wife, right? Come home early for dinner. Both you and I will be well. It's a win-win situation, and everyone is happy." "Vicky, I can always look for a new wife if you've become disabled," Tyler replied. Using a fork, Vicky took a bite of the cake. "You won't be able to take a new wife as long as I don't agree to the divorce," she said while still chewing the cake. "I seem to remem