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?

of cold washed over Sabrina,

“What? You don’t want to? Or do you not accept her

Sabrina’s heart ached,

good at

knew how to stab her in

just about toasting Galilea? That’s not

Sabrina, you’re coming off as

pressed her lips into a line and took the glass from the

word, she set the glass

his head, a wry smile playing on his

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