He chuckled bitterly.
He had offered to set her free.
Yet now, he found it challenging to divorce her.
He regretted his decision.
He didnt 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.
Hello, Mrs. Blakely. Where might you be? Mr. Blakely has instructed me to take you home.
Sabrinas brows knitted. And where is he?
Mr. Blakely had too much to drink at a social engagement. Hes been taken home.
Sabrina relayed her location to the driver who arrived promptly.
Upon stepping into the living room, she asked Karen, Where is Tyrone?
Hes upstairs, drunk and sleeping, Karen replied, feeling a pang of guilt for lying.
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Suspicious, Sabrina ascended to the second floor and entered Tyrones room, instantly hit by a heavy stench of alcohol.
Tyrone was sprawled on the bed, deep in slumber.
Tyrone? Sabrina called out, moving closer to the bed. Tyrone?
Tyrone furrowed his brows but remained asleep.
It appeared he genuinely was drunk.
Sabrina shook her head, a self-deprecating smile on her lips.
She had almost believed this was another one of his delaying tactics.
How could that be possible?
He was free to be with Galilea once they divorced.
With that thought, Sabrina turned to leave.
Suddenly, Tyrones hand caught hers, and in a sleepy whisper, he confessed, Sabrina, I love you.