Kellie started unbuttoning Tyler's shirt and running her hands up and down his chest.

"Kellie," Tyler said. It took a moment for Kellie to realize he'd stopped.

"When was the last time you were with a man willingly?" he asked.

The question brought reality crashing down on Kellie; the reality of what she was about to do and the reality of what she needed to do.

"I can't do this," Kellie said, pushing Tyler away. She got up and went to the dresser. She opened the top drawer and pulled out a small jewelry box. She took the ring out of the box, hiding it in the palm of her hand.

"I should have told you this from the beginning," Kellie said, "Whatever this worth, I never wanted to hurt you."

"You're not making any sense," Tyler said.

"Do you remember anything from while you were kidnapped?" Kellie asked.

Tyler shook his head, "I was pretty out of it."

"You figured out what I'm about to tell while you were sedated," Kellie said, handing him the ring.

Tyler looked at it puzzled, "Why do you have this? It's exactly like one I had custom designed for …"

"It is the one you had custom designed for Kellie Riley," Kellie said, "or Kellie Riley Corinthos which is what she goes by these days."

Kellie could see the exact moment when what she was telling Tyler sank in. Everything in his body language changed.

"Please tell me you're joking," Tyler said.

"Do you really believe I'd make this up?" Kellie asked, "Because it's the kind of cosmic fate that one can't even imagine in their nightmares."

"They never found the body," Tyler said to himself and then directed his attention back to Kellie, "Why would you let me think you were dead?"

"I was trying to protect you," Kellie said.

"From what?" Tyler asked.

"Ethan," Kellie said, "I couldn't take the chance that he might have decided you needed to out of the way permanently."

"Wasn't that risk for me to decide?" Tyler asked, "I would have gone with you."

"You want to multiply everything you've been through since I came to Miami and multiply it by infinity," Kellie said, "Because that would be a pretty good idea of what it be like running from Ethan. You had a brilliant law career ahead of you and a family who cares about you. I couldn't let you give that up."

"So you just decided for yourself the course of both our lives," Tyler said, "We were supposed to do things together."

"How were we supposed to do that when all I could do anyway was shut you out?" Kellie said, "I couldn't talk to about anything that happened."

"I only wanted to help you," Tyler said, "I don't understand what was so horrible about that."

"I hope you never do," Kellie said.

"What kind of answer is that?" Tyler yelled, "I would have stood by you through whatever you needed."

"And destroyed yourself in the process," Kellie said, "I couldn't do that to you, destroy your belief in the good in the world and that love conquers all. I couldn't knowingly put you through the same pain I was going through."

"So you break my heart instead," Tyler said.

"At least you're alive," Kellie said, "And for the record, I'd do it again in a heartbeat. I only wish I didn't have to stand here like I am now and shatter everything you ever believed about your life like this."

"Then why did you?" Tyler cried.

"Because I already know you'll find out from someone else before this is over," Kellie said, "Too many people know. I'd rather you hear it from me than someone else."

"I can't stay here," Tyler said, buttoning up his shirt and running out the door.

Kellie grabbed her shirt and put it on as she was running after him. She found Max blocking Tyler from leaving.

"Get out of my way," Tyler said.

Max looked at Kellie.

"I know this isn't the ideal situation," Kellie said, "I can't let you leave. Whatever you think about me right now, at least realize that this is for your own good even if you can't see it now."

"Haven't you done enough?" Tyler said.

"I can stay someplace else," Kellie said, "I know I don't have any right to ask anything of you. But please, don't fight me on this. I know what I'm doing. Max, make sure he doesn't leave." She left.

Out in the hallway, Kellie pulled out her cell phone and dialed a number.

"Hello," the voice on the other end said.

"Charles, it's Kellie," Kellie said, "I'm not quite sure how to tell you this."

"Did you find out who killed my son?" Charles asked.

"No," Kellie said, "But just don't mention this to anyone, Tyler's alive. Don't ask how."

"Are you sure?" Charles asked.

"Yeah," Kellie said, "You should probably call him. I'll give you a number to reach him at. Just make sure no one knows what's going on for security reasons."

"If it's such a security risk, why are you bothering?" Charles asked, "Not that I'm not grateful but…you told him."

"Yeah," Kellie said, "Right now he's trying to leave where he is and at the very least maybe you can distract him long enough to calm down and he won't try to leave. I figure he probably needs someone to talk to anyway."

"Well, thank you," Charles said, "This sounds like a dumb question. How did he take it?"

"He's really upset, confused," Kellie said, "I think I broke something inside him."

"How are you?" Charles asked.

"Like every verbal bullet I've ever fired, just ricocheted and came back at me," Kellie said, "But that's not the point. Here's the phone number. I've got to go." She gave Charles the phone number and hung up.

A few minutes later, Max came out.

"Is he on the phone?" Kellie asked. Max nodded.

"Good," Kellie said, turning to leave, "If anyone's looking for me, tell them I'll get in touch eventually." She left.

Max pulled out his cell phone and dialed. "Hey Jason," he said.