CHAPTER 114

SABRINA'S POV

"That bitch!" I cried bitterly the moment I entered the hotel room my mom and I shared.

It was a big room that harbored two beds. She slept in one while I occupied the other. We didn't have any permanent shelter yet.

We'd been sleeping in this hotel for the past months, hoping I could change my husband's mind.

"Who?" My mom raised her head from her phone.

The television was airing one of my favorite family sitcoms, but I wasn't in the mood to ...