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

said, “The housekeeper is not here, and Tyrone

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

you jealous? A word of caution. We’re recording this

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

get too ahead of yourself!” An infuriated Galilea

replaced the phone on the table,

Victory tasted sweet.

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

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