Her soft and inviting lips enticed him to lose himself in their allure.

"Hmm..."

His breath reeked of alcohol. Holding her breath, Sabrina placed her hands on his shoulders, pushing with all her might while swiveling her head to avoid his advances. "Tyrone... Let go of me..."

Despite her best efforts, she was unable to free herself.

With one hand, Tyrone clutched her chin, plunging his tongue into her mouth, leaving her breathless.

Enraged and frantic, Sabrina prepared to bite him, only for Tyrone to cease his actions abruptly. His head burrowed into the crook of her neck, his heated breath fanning her skin as he whispered, "Sabrina, what can I do to convince you not to divorce me? I'LL do anything!"

"Unless you can resurrect our child. For the sake of our baby, I'd remain married to you. But you and I both know that's impossible,”

Sabrina replied after a moment of silence, her eyes fixed on the ceiling.

The mention of their baby brought disappointment to Tyrone's face.

He remained silent, laying atop her and regulating his breathing as though he was fast asleep.

Their previous exchange seemed almost imaginary, leading Sabrina to question its reality.

Pushing him off, Sabrina straightened her attire, got up, and headed towards the door.

Before she left, she cast a final glance at Tyrone and declared, "Since you're already awake, let's head to the court. No use delaying it any longer."

The door swung open and then shut.

Tyrone's eyes blinked open, a bitter smile playing on his Lips.

He'd failed to keep her.

She had seen through his act, knowing he was not drunk.

But she kept silent, not wanting to add insult to injury.

The charade had to end.

How he wished he were truly intoxicated, never to regain consciousness, so they wouldn't have to separate.