CHAPTER 54
SABRINA’S POV
"Are you sure of what you're saying?" I asked the person on the other side of the call.
Upon their affirmative response, I ended the call. Anger boiled. Sorrow swirled. Betrayal stabbed. Tears stung.
There was nothing to prove anything yet, but going by the information I'd just received, it was enough to make me suspicious.
I looked over at the clock, temporarily forgetting I had my phone in my possession. Past nine p.m., and my husband was yet to be back.
I couldn't even complain about his lateness returning from work, or else it would end in bruises and pain—all on me.
My body jerked the moment I heard the hurried but quiet steps up the stairs. It was him.
I pretended all was normal, propping myself up on the bed, trying to create a visual that I had been
