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Chapter: 116
Unlike Sabrina herself, whose cherished three-year marriage had been nothing more than
a fabricated illusion. It was all a ruse.
The very facade of it was what made him such a perfect husband.
The realization was a pang of pain so deep that it took Sabrina’s breath away.
Her phone buzzed with an incoming call. It was Bettie calling.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Hey Bettie. I ran into an old friend and got caught up in a chat. I’LL be back soon,”
Sabrina responded and ended the call
She turned her phone off and stumbled back to her seat in the restaurant.
She noticed that all her purchases laid next to her were all made with Tyrone’s black card.
“Bettie, I want to return these clothes after we eat.”
“Return? Why would you want to do that?” Bettie asked, confused.
“This black card isn’t mine. It’s his. I’m scared he’ll find out I used his money, so I’d rather
return these items.”
“Alright, I’LL accompany you.”
The staff at the counter courteously processed the return and gave her the refund quickly.
Once the items were returned, Sabrina used another card to repurchase the clothes.
Bettie couldn’t resist complaining, “This is so inconvenient. Couldn’t you just wire him the
money instead?”
Sabrina just smiled, choosing not to respond.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThen they bid each other farewell.
The time was nearing seven o’clock.
After some thought, Sabrina decided to hail a taxi to the Grand Theatre.
Since she had made a promise to his grandmother, she’d take it as a final date with
Tyrone.
Of course, there was a possibility that Tyrone wouldn’t show up.
She reached the Grand Theatre at around half past seven.
The hall was abuzz with noise, with every seat filled.
Her seat was situated in the front row. She navigated her way and settled down, noticing
the adjacent seat was vacant.
As the clock struck seven-thirty, the hall lights dimmed, Leaving only the stage lit.
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