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 marriage. Don’t

sardonic smile etched onto Sabrina’s

Tyrone, her

resorted to

out, Sabrina no longer wished to

walked out of

was a picture

figure, Tyrone’s

Suddenly, his phone rang.

a glance at the screen before

ought to

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