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?

cold washed over

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

heart ached,

good at hurting

always knew how to stab her in the most

just about toasting Galilea? That’s not a big deal,

Sabrina, you’re coming

a line and took the glass from

glass down, pivoted, and walked out of

shook his head, a wry

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