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Chapter: 124
After getting married, he regularly purchased condoms.
A year after their marriage, Sabrina felt that their relationship had reached a stable point.
One day, after being intimate, she nestled in his arms and said, “Tyrone, let’s have a
baby.”
His demeanor turned frosty. “The time isn’t right yet.”
Puzzled, she asked, “When would be the right time?”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“We’ll discuss it later, honey.” He offered a gentle pat on her head before stepping out to
shower.
In hindsight, she realized he might never have intended to have a child with her.
It seemed Galilea alone had the privilege to bear his child.
Had she peered into his eyes back then, Sabrina might have noticed the absence of
warmth, the lack of Love.
Three years flew by, unfolding like a silent film where she was the sole spectator.
Her attempts at capturing his affection proved futile.
His love for her was nonexistent.
ALL she could do was divorce him.
The past had been etched and couldn’t be altered.
“Tyrone, I hope after our divorce, you find true happiness with the woman of your heart
and spend your remaining days in her company. My best wishes will follow you even when
we part ways. The memory of our three years together will never fade.”
Suddenly, her phone disrupted her train of thoughts.
Awakening from her reverie, Sabrina realized she had dozed off. The illuminated screen of
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmher phone caught her attention.
It was three in the morning.
Rolf dialed her number.
Pressing the answer button, she answered, “Hello, Rolf?”
“It’s me. Tyrone needs to be picked up.”
“Tyrone? Isn’t he at home? What happened?”
“He called me for a drink at one o’clock in the morning.” Rolf’s voice brimmed with
frustration. “Who knows what’s going on with him.”
Sabrina was indecisive. “Can’t you drop him off?”
“He’s refusing to leave. Despite my efforts, he’s adamant on staying.”