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?

over Sabrina, her

don’t want to? Or do you not accept

nonchalant words, Sabrina’s heart ached, the pretense of

good at

how to stab her in the most

toasting Galilea?

gracious. Sabrina, you’re coming off

lips into a line and took the glass from the table. Raising it to Galilea, she downed the contents in

glass down, pivoted, and walked out of

shook his head, a wry smile playing

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