In this predicament, he could only choose one of them.

With a heavy heart, Tyrone glanced back at Sabrina in the car, dialed Karen, and said, “Karen, I left the file behind. It’s on the table. Can you take a taxi to the court? We’ll wait for you at the entrance.”

Acknowledging the file bag on the table, Karen responded promptly, “Understood.”

Tyrone reentered the car and informed Sabrina, “Karen was stuck in a traffic jam. She should arrive soon.”

“Okay.”

“Sabrina.”

“Yes?”

we divorce, would you

before replying,

wish you a joyful Life with your

felt a knot forming in her throat. She looked away,

wouldn’t be able to reciprocate the same blessings

was clear, or

that she planned to

desired. He would marry

never grow old alongside him, nor

called, tapping on the window.

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