"I only agreed to have a harmonious relationship with you; I didn't make any guarantees. This is a life or death situation. Is now really the time for our petty disagreements?”

His expression was one of annoyance as he spun on his heel and stormed off.

The door closed with a thunderous bang.

Sabrina felt a sudden weakness and slumped onto the bed.

It was chilling.

Recently, it seemed the temperature had taken a dive. Even under the quilt, she still felt the cold. Shivering uncontrollably, she found herself burying her head deeper into the quilt.

He had told her not to be difficult.

He declared he only promised to be harmonious with her, but made no guarantees.

His words were like a dagger, piercing her heart, leaving it shattered.

She had tried so hard to hold onto him, only to be rewarded with such cruel words.

She was mistaken.

The peace they had enjoyed for the past few days had lowered her defenses. She almost forgot about Galilea, who stood as a barrier between her and Tyrone.

As long as Galilea was in the picture, her life would never find peace, even if she remained married to Tyrone.

She shouldn't have craved his warmth. She should have known better.

Curled up in the bed, she felt the chill.

Tossing and turning, eyes tightly shut, the ticking of the clock was all she could hear. She had no idea how long she had lain there, sleep eluding her.

She didn't know when sleep finally claimed her.

When she awoke the following day, she found herself alone.

The bed sheet beside her was perfectly made, a clear sign of his absence.

Sabrina glanced at the wall clock. It was already nine.