In their narrative, Sabrina didn't exist. She was just an incidental character, mistakenly thrust into a scene she didn't belong.

Closing her eyes, Sabrina composed a post. "Sabrina is not the intruder; Galilea is."

Her message evaporated seconds later.

It was deleted.

Now Sabrina was sure.

This was Tyrone's safeguarding Galilea, ensuring no slanderous rumors against her gained traction.

A frosty smile crossed Sabrina's lips as she typed another post.

"Sabrina is the intruder."

This post remained.

Double-checking, Sabrina noted the post had stuck and was visible.

Some even endorsed it with likes and comments, such as "You're right.

Sabrina's a Lowlife who deserves punishment."

With a sharp intake of breath, Sabrina turned off her phone.

Suddenly, she was besieged by a throng of people.

Lifting her gaze in puzzlement, she found herself halted.

Men and women, all looking Like they were part of the paparazzi swarm, thrust microphones in her face, snapping incessant photos.

“Are you Sabrina Chavez? So, Tyrone and Galilea are in a relationship now, right?"

"Did you intrude on Tyrone and Galilea's relationship? What's your take on being labeled the home-wrecker?"

“What happened between you and Tyrone that night?"

“What's your defense to the allegations of overbearing behavior at work and attempts to overshadow Galilea?"