“I’m neither resentful nor neglecting my health,” Sabrina responded, sinking back into her seat and closing her eyes again.

Tyrone, his expression serious, studied her indifferent facade and said, “Do you have to act like this?”

“What do you mean by that?” Sabrina cracked open one eye, arching an eyebrow as she looked at him. “I simply don’t require your concern.

Isn’t that what you wanted? There’s no need for you to continue your charade of being a loving husband.”

Tyrone’s expression turned grave. “Sabrina, what are you insinuating?”

“What am I insinuating? Are you truly unaware? What have you done in the past? Do you want me to spell them out for you?”

“What have I done? Are you intending to blame me for something?”

that something be?” Sabrina’s lips

you recall when our wedding anniversary

pause,

do you look so

Tyrone fell silent.

September 20th is also Galilea’s birthday. Your love for her runs so deep that

forming in her throat,

her tears and asked, “Each July, you take at least a two-week business

silence, with the

scoffed, “Why don’t

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