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

etched onto

Tyrone,

to her and resorted to making threats in

wished to

she walked out of the CEO’s

was a picture

her receding figure,

Suddenly, his phone rang.

cast a glance at the screen before answering

I ought to

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