Sabrina needed to abandon her narcissism. He had shown no affection for her.
Their marriage was ending tomorrow.
The fear gnawed at her; if this chance slipped, she doubted she would gather the courage to bring it up again.
Suddenly, the phone on the table rang.
Sabrina reached out to answer it but the caller ID was a blur, only a green speck discernable on the screen. Picking up, she heard a womans voice. Tyrone, have you had dinner?
Its Sabrina, Sabrina said.
Sabrina? Galilea sounded taken aback. Wheres Tyrone?
Hes out getting some grocery.
Grocery? You guys dont have a housekeeper?
Sabrinas voice had a mischievous undertone as she said, The housekeeper is not here, and Tyrone plans to cook for me.
Burning with anger, Galilea retorted, Dont mistake Tyrones willingness to cook for you as a victory. Youre still heading for a divorce!
What? Are you jealous? A word of caution. Were recording this call, Sabrina said calmly. Books Chapters Are Daily Updated Join Stay Updated For All Books Updates
And she meant it. Tyrones job was demanding. He often had his calls auto-recorded to avoid missing out on any details during a conversation or losing potential evidence.
Dont get too ahead of yourself! An infuriated Galilea ended the call abruptly.
Sabrina replaced the phone on the table, her lips curved into a satisfied smile.
Victory tasted sweet.
Before long, the phone rang again. It was Karen this time, calling for Sabrinas ward details.
Sabrina provided the details. Not much later, Karen arrived, taking out all the items she had brought with her and neatly arranging them once she confirmed Sabrinas wellbeing.
Mrs. Blakely, have you eaten yet? Shall I fetch you something?
No need. Tyrone is on it.
Its almost eight now. Did he mention whether hed be staying overnight or returning home?
Nope.
We can ask him during dinner.
Just then, Tyrone returned.