“Why? I remember your university having a photography club. Why didn’t you join it?”

After a brief pause, Sabrina glanced at Tyrone and posed a question,

“Do you truly want to know why?”

“Of course I do.”

“There are two main reasons. The first one is that my father’s death was a big blow to me. I couldn’t bring myself to touch the camera from that time up until our divorce.” Her voice carried a hint of sadness.

“What about the second?”

much that I thought he was perfect in every way. If I had any chance of being with him, I would have to study and work hard to be a worthy match for him. So something like photography

throat. His heart ached,

had a crush on someone. She spoke with such emphasis and

the support of the influential Blakely family, believed that she wasn’t good enough for the man she loved. After all, she had graduated from one of the best universities and joined the prestigious Blakely Group. It seemed to him

was oblivious to

throat tightened as he struggled to speak, his voice hoarse and dry. “Did you… Did you ever tell him how you felt?” Tyrone managed to ask, the words catching in his

“No. He was already deeply in love with someone else when I met him. So I never dared to

until his knuckles turned white. His heart was bitter, and

and swallowed the bitterness and envy. Most probably kept out of their way and remained silent. Perhaps she cried herself to sleep at night. It must have been painful every

about all of that broke Tyrone’s

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