Chapter: 538

“I appreciate that.”

“No need for thanks…” Tyrone meant to add, “You’re my wife.” But he couldn’t bring himself to voice it.

Despite their three-year marriage, he had plenty of chances to call her his wife. But he had never done it.

And now, he wasn’t qualified to say so.

In a desperate hope, Tyrone wished the snowfall would continue indefinitely, so they could remain here, far from their tainted past.

And they could stay away from the imminent divorce.

this was mere

The snow ceased overnight.

day, they started

Sabrina proposed, “We should collect our IDs

“We still have an hour.

her desire for divorce, still felt a punch to his gut. His

mirrored the frigid weather outside, as icy as the fallen

grip on the steering wheel was so fierce that his knuckles turned ghostly white. In a rough

back to the villa, fetched their

the drive to

a

familiar street scenery recede. Memories of

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