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?”

out getting some

don’t have a

she said, “The housekeeper is not here, and Tyrone

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

of caution. We’re recording this call,”

was demanding. He often had his calls auto-recorded to avoid missing out on any details during

An infuriated Galilea ended the call

table, her lips curved

Victory tasted sweet.

rang again. It was

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