Sabrina opened her eyes and gazed at him. It felt absurdly ironic to her. She withdrew her hand and replied, "There's no need; it's just a minor burn."

In the past, his concern would have touched her.

But now, it was almost laughable. He was undoubtedly a skilled actor.

He played the part of a caring husband, but in reality, he'd been deceiving her for the past three years.

"Sabrina, you can harbor resentment towards me. But you shouldn't neglect your well-being."

"I'm neither resentful nor neglecting my health," Sabrina responded, sinking back into her seat and closing her eyes again.

Tyrone, his expression serious, studied her indifferent facade and said, "Do you have to act like this?"

“What do you mean by that?" Sabrina cracked open one eye, arching an eyebrow as she looked at him. "I simply don't require your concern.

Isn't that what you wanted? There's no need for you to continue your charade of being a loving husband."

Tyrone's expression turned grave. "Sabrina, what are you insinuating?"

“What am I insinuating? Are you truly unaware? What have you done in the past? Do you want me to spell them out for you?"

“What have I done? Are you intending to blame me for something?”

“And what might that something be?" Sabrina's lips curved into a smile.

"Do you recall when our wedding anniversary is?"

After a brief pause, Tyrone answered, "September 20th."

“Why do you look so guilty?"

Tyrone fell silent.

"I see. So, it seems September 20th is also Galilea's birthday. Your love for her runs so deep that you even use our anniversary to remember her," Sabrina said, her voice threaded with a painful realization.

As she spoke, she could feel a lump forming in her throat, a teary deluge threatening to break forth

With great effort, she suppressed her tears and asked, "Each July, you take at least a two-week business trip. What are you really up to during those times?"

The car fell into a profound silence, with the driver too fearful to make a sound.

Noticing Tyrone's continued silence, Sabrina scoffed, "Why don't you explain yourself?"

He was at a loss for words, seeming to have lost even the will to fabricate a lie.

"Are you feeling guilty? Do you lack the courage to admit it?" Sabrina posed her questions, each word heavier than the one before.

"Since you like her so much, why didn't you wait for her instead? Why did you choose to marry me? I didn't need to marry you. Why put me through this?" Sabrina's voice came as a mere whisper, her body trembling violently, and tears cascading down her cheeks.