However, recently, whenever Galilea was with Tyrone, she couldn't shake the feeling that he had undergone a change. He appeared absent-minded in her presence, leading her to believe that it would be best to make them divorce as swiftly as possible.

Once back in her office, Sabrina pulled the divorce agreement from a folder, placed it in front of her, and after a moment of contemplation, signed her name on it.

Why cling to a man who did not love her?

Their three-year marriage should be concluded.

From now on, they were nothing more than two strangers.

She summoned her assistant. "Deliver this document to Mr. Blakely's office."

Her assistant took the document, bumping into Kylan, Tyrone's assistant, outside the CEO's office. She handed over the document, saying, “Kylan, this document is from Ms. Chavez for Mr. Blakely. Can you hand it over?"

Kylan accepted the document and entered to brief Tyrone on the day's work. Afterwards, he handed the document to Tyrone. "Mr. Blakely, this is from Ms. Chavez."

Tyrone appeared puzzled as he took the document, inquiring, “What's this?"

Kylan, oblivious to its contents, responded, "Ms. Chavez didn't specify."

Tyrone dismissed Kylan with a wave of his hand.

Unfolding the folder, he saw the words: Divorce Agreement.

A sudden lurch in Tyrone's chest led him to flip hurriedly to the last page.

In the signature area, Sabrina had penned her name.

Sabrina's elegant signature, often admired by their staff, was evident even on the divorce agreement.

Tyrone stared at the signature for a while before setting the folder aside. He reclined in his chair, rubbing his forehead.

Shortly after, Sabrina got a call from Tyrone's grandmother.

"It's me, Sabrina."

"Grandma! What brings you to call?" Sabrina attempted to keep her voice steady.

"I've missed you, dear. You should come for Lunch. I'll make your favorite braised pork."

"Alright, Grandma. We'll be there." Sabrina was aware that Tyrone's grandparents must have seen the news and wanted a word.

“Make sure you bring Tyrone along. I know he's swamped with work, but I insist on seeing him at lunch today!"

“Don't worry. He'll be there."

As her workday came to a close, Tyrone sent Sabrina a text. "Are you done with your work? Once you're finished, meet me in the parking lot.

Her reply was a simple, "Soon."