In their three-year marriage, she had fought to keep it afloat, exhausting her vitality.

He had tried his level best to fulfill his role as a husband.

But all was a charade in the end.

Time refused to halt, and he moved on to the woman who held his heart.

She alone waited for his return.

In his world, she was never his wife, merely a secret lover

In the past three years, he had visited Galilea annually, but never revealed his marital status.

Galilea's words were true. In love, the one who wasn't loved was the outsider.

She was the intruder in the story of Tyrone and Galilea.

How they'd been so affectionate days ago; how her heart ached now.

His tender gestures were merely a performance.

The realization hit hard.

Her trust in him was shattered.

“Sabrina? Is that you? What a pleasant surprise to see you here."

A known voice echoed beside her. Sabrina turned to see a man with a mask and a hat, his eyes alone visible.

Despite the disguise, Sabrina recognized Bradley at once. She composed herself and offered a smile. "Bradley! You seem to pop up wherever I go these days."

Bradley revealed part of his face, replying, "Had a lunch meeting with the TV staff earlier."

He gestured to the upper floor of the club and shot Sabrina a sideways glance. "You seemed troubled, thought you might be here at the bar.

Took a chance, and there you are! Didn't anticipate running into you for real. Why didn't you respond to my texts?"

"Sorry, my phone is turned off."