Tyrone’s gaze was fixed on the intertwined hands depicted on his screen, eyes gleaming with an icy mix of resentment and anger.

The hand in the image, so delicate and pale, unmistakably belonged to a woman.

Having been Sabrina’s husband for three years, how could he misidentify her hand?

Sergio, being thoughtful, even forwarded Tyrone the subsequent comments and responses from Trevor’s post.

The comments filled with blessings and gratitude from Trevor left no room for doubt-it was undoubtedly an official announcement.

Grasping his phone, Tyrone’s grip tightened, the veins on his hand becoming pronounced. Behind his stoic facade, fury flared in his eyes.

as if an internal beast had awakened, roaring with a primal urge to confront

Sabrina!

How could she!

she wouldn’t distance herself intentionally, even granting him a fair

very day, she’d acknowledged his

tonight, she was with

Trevor become so

he stand in

hard, Tyrone struggled to keep the anguish and bitterness at bay as he

burst forth. His anger felt

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