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

guys don’t have

she said, “The housekeeper is not here, and Tyrone plans to cook

Tyrone’s willingness to cook for you as a victory. You’re

word of caution. We’re recording this call,” Sabrina

meant it. Tyrone’s job was demanding. He often had his calls auto-recorded to avoid missing out on

too ahead of yourself!” An infuriated Galilea ended

the phone on the table, her lips curved into a satisfied

Victory tasted sweet.

again. It was Karen

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