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 body

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

heart ached, the pretense

really good

to stab her in the

really just about toasting Galilea? That’s not a

so gracious. Sabrina, you’re coming off

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

she set the glass

shook his head, a wry

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