He chuckled bitterly.

He had offered to set her free.

Yet now, he found it challenging to divorce her.

He regretted his decision.

He didn’t want a divorce, not in the slightest.

He closed his eyes and conceived a dubious plan.

An hour later, Sabrina received a call from the driver.

Mr.

knitted. “And where

too much to drink at a social engagement. He’s been taken

to the driver who arrived

stepping into the living room, she asked

upstairs, drunk and sleeping,” Karen replied, feeling a pang of guilt for

the second floor and entered Tyrone’s room,

sprawled on the bed,

called out, moving

furrowed his brows but remained

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