The room fell into a profound silence.

Eventually, Tyrone broke the silence. “I’m sorry. My worry got the best of me.”

Sorry?

How strange.

Three years of marriage, and all she got from him was the word “sorry.”

“I take the blame. I’ll make amends. Ask for anything, it’s yours.

She’s clueless about our marriage. Don’t hold it against

etched onto Sabrina’s

Tyrone, her

his apologies to her and resorted

no longer wished to converse with

walked out of the

form was a picture

her receding figure,

Suddenly, his phone rang.

at the screen before answering the

ought to have

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