She always knew Tyrone would go to great lengths for Galilea.

But she never imagined he'd exhibit such indifference!

On one hand, he made every effort to shield her from the truth to protect Galilea, while on the other, he pretended to be a Loving husband.

And she had foolishly fallen for his facade!

She was the clown in this tragic play! How absurd!

She had been taken in by Tyrone's charade once again and left heartbroken.

With a bitter smile, Sabrina finally realized she was the only one who took Cesar's words to heart, believing their marriage could be redeemed.

But in Tyrone's mind, maybe he was merely playing a role to make Cesar happy. He didn't harbor any Love for her.

He had never intended to give up on Galilea.

In fact, after Cesar's passing, a divorce seemed inevitable.

If he held such affection for Galilea, why had he agreed to the marriage in the first place? Why hadn't he been honest with her?

She, too, wanted Cesar to be happy in his final days. She would have played along, and wouldn't have been a pest to him.

The ending wouldn't be as disheartening as she thought.

Sabrina's response brought a glimmer of joy to Galilea's face.

“Sabrina, it's time you realize. You mean nothing to Tyrone. His heart beats for me. Even if he maintains peace with you for the sake of his grandfather's wellbeing, in the end, it's me he will come back to. I am aware you have feelings for him, so savor the remaining moments. I assure you, I won't intrude."

Sabrina, with eyes closed, inhaled deeply. "Are you done? I'm leaving now."

Perhaps she was a bit of a coward, but she couldn't linger here any longer.

"Hold on!" Galilea reached for her hand.

Impatiently, Sabrina shook her off.

"An!"