Sabrina needed to abandon her narcissism. He had shown no affection for her.

Their marriage was ending tomorrow.

The fear gnawed at her; if this chance slipped, she doubted she would gather the courage to bring it up again.

Suddenly, the phone on the table rang.

Sabrina reached out to answer it but the caller ID was a blur, only a green speck discernable on the screen. Picking up, she heard a woman’s voice. “Tyrone, have you had dinner?”

“It’s Sabrina,” Sabrina said.

“Sabrina?” Galilea sounded taken aback. “Where’s Tyrone?”

getting

don’t have

a mischievous undertone as she said, “The housekeeper is not here, and Tyrone plans to cook

“Don’t mistake Tyrone’s willingness to cook for you as a victory. You’re still

you jealous? A word of caution. We’re recording this call,” Sabrina

calls auto-recorded to avoid missing out on any details during a conversation or losing

too ahead of yourself!” An infuriated Galilea ended

phone on the table, her

Victory tasted sweet.

phone rang again. It was Karen this time, calling for

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