Tyrone looked up.

Their gazes locked in a silent exchange.

Raising his glass, Tyrone poured wine, sliding it to Sabrina. “Sabrina, for my sake, raise a toast to your future sister-in-law.”

The term “sister-in-law” struck a harsh chord.

Was he really asking his wife to toast Galilea in front of their friends? ©

Did he even regard her as his wife?

Or was she just a plaything for him?

washed over Sabrina, her

want to?

words, Sabrina’s heart ached, the pretense of

was really good at

always knew how to stab her

just about toasting Galilea? That’s not a big

gracious. Sabrina, you’re coming

the glass from the table. Raising it to Galilea, she downed the contents

she set the glass down, pivoted, and walked out

shook his head,

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