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

guys don’t have

voice had a mischievous undertone as she said, “The housekeeper is not here, and Tyrone

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

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

it. Tyrone’s job was demanding. He often had his calls auto-recorded to avoid missing out on any details during a conversation or

get too ahead of yourself!” An infuriated Galilea

table, her

Victory tasted sweet.

again. It was Karen this

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