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.

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

sardonic smile etched onto Sabrina’s

Tyrone,

her and resorted to making threats

longer wished

out of the

a picture of

receding figure, Tyrone’s

Suddenly, his phone rang.

a glance at the screen before

I ought to have been more cautious,” Galilea

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