Galilea glanced at Sabrina and asked Tyrone, “Really? So, you don't love her but love me?"

"I don't love her. I love you."

The store attendant offered an awkward smile.

Their conversation was loaded with revelations. And the woman who seemed to be the gentleman's wife was standing still, overhearing his admission.

"I don't love her. I love you.”

Though Sabrina knew all along that Tyrone didn't love her, hearing him express it so blatantly felt Like a knife twisting in her heart.

Tyrone had mentioned wanting a divorce after returning from a business trip.

But since his return, neither of them had brought it up.

Sabrina clung to the hope that their marriage could be prolonged, even wishing that Tyrone would forget about his intention entirely.

But wishful thinking could only go so far.

Perhaps Tyrone had forgotten, but he would remember someday, and they would have to face it.

She wondered if Tyrone would have ever loved her if he hadn't met Galilea.

Now she had a clear answer in her mind.

Even if Galilea were absent, Tyrone would never develop an attraction to her.

An unsuspecting sales assistant approached her, querying, "Ma'am, are you searching for your card? I noticed a bank card fall from your pocket as I neared the door. I picked it up for you."

The store attendant handed the card back to Sabrina.

Gratefully accepting it, Sabrina responded, "Much appreciated."

Sabrina turned, opened the door, and strode out.

Upon hearing the voice, Tyrone turned around and caught sight of Sabrina's retreating figure, displaying a sense of solitude and determination.

A sudden pang of unease hit him.

“Tyrone, what caught your eye?"

"Nothing." Tyrone averted his gaze and shook his head, denying any lingering sentiment.

Gripping the black card firmly, Sabrina sucked in a deep breath and approached Bettie. "Bettie, let's find another place."

They strolled through the fourth floor, browsing and purchasing handbags and jewelry.

After an exhausting spree, they sought out a restaurant on the fifth floor to satiate their hunger. After Lunch, they journeyed to the sixth floor for a film. The day carried on with more shopping, until they finally paused for an evening meal at five.