In unison, they greeted, "Mr. Blakely."

Tyrone returned the nod.

As it turned out, Sabrina wasn't planning to meet her lover today, but rather Bettie.

"Sabrina, Bettie." Galilea's surprise at seeing them was unmistakable.

She hastily tried to explain to Sabrina, "Sabrina, I didn't expect to see you here. I apologize. Tyrone and I..."

Tyrone observed the worried expression on Galilea's face, a stark contrast to the serene demeanor she possessed when she first returned from overseas. A pang of guilt washed over him.

Her transformation was a consequence of her discovery of his marital status.

She longed to stay with him, but her conscience kept reminding her that she was intruding on someone's marital life, leading her to often wallow in guilt and confusion, which further exacerbated her depressive state.

"You needn't explain. I understand. Continue your shopping. We won't intrude," Sabrina said, reaching out for Bettie's hand, preparing to leave.

Bettie, however, had other plans. She asked with a sly grin, "Galilea, who did your makeup today? It's beautiful."

"I did it myself," Galilea replied, looking puzzled.

"Your skills are commendable, even surpassing Regina's. Wouldn't you agree?"

Galilea's discomfort was visible.

"Galilea, if you lack an eye for beauty, it's advisable to heed the advice of professionals. Don't be overly confident and risk others being criticized for your errors.”

Galilea looked down, biting her lower lip, her face drained of color.

“Come on, Sabrina," Bettie said, leading Sabrina away.

“I was unaware, Tyrone. I had no idea things would unravel this way.”

Galilea cried, throwing herself into Tyrone's arms. “Evelyn was managing the public relations that day. We had no clue she would act as she did. I need to apologize to Sabrina. I'm ready to part ways with you if it helps her forgive me. I've already burdened her enough. Why did I return? I shouldn't have. I'm Leaving.

Tyrone wrapped his arms around her, soothing her, “It's not your fault.

Don't blame yourself. Don't let it weigh on you. You haven't wronged Sabrina. I don't love her; I want a divorce. Even if you weren't in the picture, I'd still divorce her. I only married her because I was set up and my grandfather forced me."

The store attendant stood off to the side, unsure of how to react.

At the next store, Sabrina noticed that her black card was missing.

She remembered using it at the clothing store earlier and only visited a jewelry store afterward.

She asked Bettie to wait while she went back to find her card. No sooner had she stepped back into the store than she heard Tyrone's words. "You haven't wronged Sabrina. I don't love her; I want a divorce. Even if you weren't in the picture, I'd still divorce her. I only married her because I was set up and my grandfather forced me."

Sabrina felt an icy chill envelop her, her body stiffening.