CHAPTER 37
SABRINA’S POV
I made myself a bit more presentable before my mom arrived.
I was changing from the casual halter-neck mini pastel-colored flowery dress—realizing it was showing belt marks and slap prints—into a black turtleneck mini dress with full sleeves when the sound of the knob turning made my heart skip a beat.
Willing my heart to calm as I assured myself it could be my mom, although she'd never intrude on my privacy without yelling my name or seeking my permission.
I realized I was wrong, taking a few reflexive steps backward as my husband came in. He looked at least somewhat sober and definitely embarrassed—it was safe to say that much.
Summoning courage, I managed to ask, "W-where have you been?"
"Out," he mumbled, walking right past me and into the bathroom.
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