"Hmm."

“Have you considered that this might not be best? If she discovers our divorce someday, her heartbreak would be even greater. You should not have agreed. At the very least, you could occasionally say no."

Tyrone scoffed, “Why didn't you say no?"

"I didn't initiate the divorce. Why should I be the bad guy?”

"But you want the divorce as well, don't you? So, what's the difference?"

Tyrone's words left Sabrina speechless.

Choosing to steer the conversation away from the subject, Sabrina announced, “I have plans tomorrow. We'll meet at the Grand Theatre."

"As you wish."

Tyrone shifted his gaze to the window.

The car eased its way into the villa, and the pair disembarked, one after the other.

"Sir, madam, welcome home."

The housekeeper expressed surprise. She was aware of the tension between them and seldom saw them returning together these days.

“What's for dinner?" Sabrina inquired.

The housekeeper told them what they were going to eat.

"Sounds good."

Tyrone retreated upstairs, while Sabrina settled onto the sofa and switched on the television.

She wasn't fond of watching TV, but the noise made the house feel more like a home.

After a bit, Tyrone descended the stairs.

Sabrina glanced up, noticing his fresh pajamas and a few loose strands of hair falling over his forehead. His tidy neck hair gave him a youthful. appearance.

As Tyrone was about to head to the armchair, Sabrina signaled to him by patting her shoulder. He turned around and stood behind her. "Feeling worn out lately?"

"Hmm." She nodded.

For a while, Tyrone's large hands worked on her shoulders, kneading the tension away. "Jordan opened a new resort just outside town. We could consider taking a vacation there once your work settles down.”

“We'll see."

They should've been divorced by then.

Tyrone remained silent. He continued massaging her shoulders for a while Longer before asking, "Feeling better now?"