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Chapter 112
Chapter 112
Chapter: 112
Galilea’s discomfort was visible.
“Galilea, if you lack an eye for beauty, it’s advisable to heed the advice of professionals. Don’t be overly confident and risk others being criticized for your errors.”
Galilea looked down, biting her lower lip, her face drained of color.
“Come on, Sabrina,” Bettie said, leading Sabrina away.
“I was unaware, Tyrone. I had no idea things would unravel this way.” NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.
Galilea cried, throwing herself into Tyrone’s arms. “Evelyn was managing the public relations that day. We had no clue she would act as she did. I need to apologize to Sabrina. I’m ready to part ways with you if it helps her forgive me. I’ve already burdened her enough. Why did I return? I shouldn’t have. I’m Leaving.
Tyrone wrapped his arms around her, soothing her, “It’s not your fault.
Don’t blame yourself. Don’t let it weigh on you. You haven’t wronged Sabrina. I don’t love her; I want a divorce. Even if you weren’t in the picture, I’d still divorce her. I only married her because I was set up and my grandfather forced me.”
The store attendant stood off to the side, unsure of how to react.
At the next store, Sabrina noticed that her black card was missing.
She remembered using it at the clothing store earlier and only visited a jewelry store afterward.
She asked Bettie to wait while she went back to find her card. No sooner had she stepped back into the store than she heard Tyrone’s words. “You haven’t wronged Sabrina. I don’t love her; I want a divorce. Even if you weren’t in the picture, I’d still divorce her. I only married her because I was set up and my grandfather forced me.”
Sabrina felt an icy chill envelop her, her body stiffening.
Galilea glanced at Sabrina and asked Tyrone, “Really? So, you don’t love her but love me?”
“I don’t love her. I love you.”
The store attendant offered an awkward smile.
Their conversation was loaded with revelations. And the woman who seemed to be the gentleman’s wife was standing still, overhearing his admission.
“I don’t love her. I love you.”
Though Sabrina knew all along that Tyrone didn’t love her, hearing him express it so blatantly felt Like a knife twisting in her heart.
Tyrone had mentioned wanting a divorce after returning from a business trip.
But since his return, neither of them had brought it up.
Sabrina clung to the hope that their marriage could be prolonged, even wishing that Tyrone would forget about his intention entirely.
But wishful thinking could only go so far.
Perhaps Tyrone had forgotten, but he would remember someday, and they would have to face it.