Unlike Sabrina herself, whose cherished three-year marriage had been nothing more than a fabricated illusion. It was all a ruse.

The very facade of it was what made him such a perfect husband.

The realization was a pang of pain so deep that it took Sabrina’s breath away.

Her phone buzzed with an incoming call. It was Bettie calling.

“Hey Bettie. I ran into an old friend and got caught up in a chat. I’LL be back soon,” Sabrina responded and ended the call

She turned her phone off and stumbled back to her seat in the restaurant.

She noticed that all her purchases laid next to her were all made with Tyrone’s black card.

I want to return these clothes

Why would you want to do that?”

black card isn’t mine. It’s his. I’m scared he’ll find out I used his money, so I’d rather return

“Alright, I’LL accompany you.”

counter courteously processed the

returned, Sabrina used another

resist complaining, “This is so inconvenient. Couldn’t

choosing not

bid

was nearing seven

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