He might have scoffed at such a notion in the past.

But once he realized where his heart truly resided, he understood that he could never move on.

Their marital life had been peaceful and harmonious. They had shared many intimate moments in this vast bed, being the model couple in the servants’ eyes. But he hadn’t treasured these moments.

His past was marked by too much pride.

He knew she would never forgive him.

Once they returned from St. Carleigh Church, she would no longer be his wife.

They would have no ties.

she’d probably be with

this thought, Tyrone was consumed by a jealousy so intense

it

on her crimson lips. His pupils darkened, and without a moment’s hesitation, he leaned

warm, pliant, and sweet, were as he remembered, ensnaring

be the final

lost himself in

her serene sleeping face,

“Sabrina, I love you.”

fell on

rose and slipped

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