Sabrina poured herself a glass of wine with a smile and said, "I'm with you on that. Cheers!"

The trio chatted and kept drinking. The clinking of glasses and laughter filled the air.

As Bettie became more intoxicated, she became more chatty and less discerning. "You know, I've always known Tyrone was a scoundrel. How did you put up with him for so long? If I were in your shoes, I'd have left him and enjoyed the company of handsome men."

With a self-satisfied smile, she emptied the remaining wine from her glass. "Come closer. Let me show you something, my dear. Don't tell anyone. I've never shown this to anyone else."

Bettie unlocked her mobile phone and opened a private photo album.

"Take a look at this. These are all stunning men. Look at this one-his physique is so robust, those muscles are to die for."

She continued, "And this one, observe the shape of his... well, you know what I mean.

She pointed to another picture. "And this butt is the best I've ever seen. There are so many men. There must be one you like. Just forget about Tyrone!"

Bettie proceeded to introduce each photo, growing bolder in her descriptions.

Sabrina's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, yet Aylin watched the display with great interest.

Sabrina was also attracted, even as she grappled with an involuntary comparison of each photo to Tyrone.

For instance, she remembered Tyrone's toned and firm muscles. She couldn't help but recall his prowess as a lover. Even his physique, down to his buttocks...

A deeper shade of red painted Sabrina's face. She shook her head, attempting to dispel her thoughts. y Did! Dream Of You

Despite the array of men in the photos, she continued to measure them against Tyrone, convinced he was the epitome of perfection.

While some men appeared excessively muscular and others too slender, none matched Tyrone's ideal physique.

Though a few were similar in build to Tyrone, they weren't as handsome as he was.

She promised herself to forget him, yet the intoxicating haze of alcohol made it nearly impossible to control her thoughts.

She couldn't escape thoughts of Tyrone, a persistent loop in her mind despite her resolve to let him go.

She wondered if she should just let go and get drunk.

If she was completely drunk, she wouldn't think of him.