The smile on Galilea's face froze in place. "Sabrina, what's the point of all this? He doesn't even care for you. If you have any self-respect left, divorce him now!"

Maintaining her smile, Sabrina retorted, “Perhaps you should speak louder so the entire restaurant can hear your true colors. The real Galilea Clifford!"

Galilea glared at Sabrina, speechless

"Galilea, if there's nothing else, I'll take my leave."

With that, she left the restroom. But she didn't return to her seat.

Sabrina strolled through the mall, lost in her thoughts.

She encountered numerous pairs of people along her path. Some were engaged in hearty conversation and laughter, some in heated disputes, and others merely walked in silent unity.

Yet they all seemed so genuine.

Unlike Sabrina herself, whose cherished three-year marriage had been nothing more than a fabricated illusion. It was all a ruse.

The very facade of it was what made him such a perfect husband.

The realization was a pang of pain so deep that it took Sabrina's breath away.

Her phone buzzed with an incoming call. It was Bettie calling.

“Hey Bettie. I ran into an old friend and got caught up in a chat. I'LL be back soon," Sabrina responded and ended the call

She turned her phone off and stumbled back to her seat in the restaurant.

She noticed that all her purchases laid next to her were all made with Tyrone's black card.

“Bettie, I want to return these clothes after we eat."

“Return? Why would you want to do that?" Bettie asked, confused.

"This black card isn't mine. It's his. I'm scared he'll find out I used his money, so I'd rather return these items."

"Alright, I'LL accompany you."

The staff at the counter courteously processed the return and gave her the refund quickly.

Once the items were returned, Sabrina used another card to repurchase the clothes.

Bettie couldn't resist complaining, "This is so inconvenient. Couldn't you just wire him the money instead?"

Sabrina just smiled, choosing not to respond.

Then they bid each other farewell.

The time was nearing seven o'clock.