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.

clueless about our

sardonic smile etched onto Sabrina’s

was Tyrone, her

resorted to making threats in order to

longer wished

out of the CEO’s

a picture

her receding figure, Tyrone’s

Suddenly, his phone rang.

cast a glance at the screen before answering the

news? I apologize, I ought to

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