When she woke up in a disoriented state the next morning, Sabrina discovered an empty space beside her, devoid of anyone's presence.

She sat on the edge of the bed, lost in thought.

He must have spent the night with Galilea.

She should have expected this.

But why did she still feel empty inside?

The bedroom door swung open with a click. Tyrone entered to find Sabrina pale and distant, sitting on the bed. He sat next to her, his long legs dangling over the edge, asking, "Sabrina, are you unwell?"

Caught off guard, Sabrina felt a twinge of happiness at the sight of him. She got up from the bed. "No."

“What happened? Tell me."

Tell him?

Should she confide in him? That she was against the idea of divorce?

The gift and the fact that he didn't spend the night with Galilea, could they be signs that he harbored feelings for her?

Would he consent to not pursuing a divorce if she proposed the idea?

As Sabrina was about to speak, Tyrone cut her off. "Even after our divorce, I will remain your brother. Feel free to share anything with me."

His words Lodged in Sabrina's throat, leaving her speechless.

After a long pause, she turned to Tyrone, forcing a smile. "I'm fine, really. Go ahead downstairs. I'll join you after freshening up."

Tyrone loosened his collar, lips pursed, studying Sabrina. “We aren't divorced yet, Sabrina. Are you intending to create distance between us even before it's official?"

Sabrina forced a smile, swallowing her sorrow, and shook her head.

"No."

Tyrone frowned. “If you don't wish to talk, I won't pressure you. I need to head to the office."

With that, he strode out of the room, not looking back.

The door closed, leaving Sabrina alone. Her smile faded.

What was he upset about?

Was his impatience towards her mounting because Galilea was back?

Sabrina wore her smile like a mask, an ugly facade.

At Blakely Group, The assistant burst into the room. "Ms. Chavez, Darlene's agent is on the line."