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.

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

Sabrina!

How could she!

wouldn’t distance herself intentionally, even granting him a

very day, she’d acknowledged his

she

so dear

he stand in her

hard, Tyrone struggled to keep the anguish and bitterness at

into the couch, an arm draped over his eyes. Emotions he’d bottled up for so long threatened to burst forth. His anger felt strong enough to set

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