Nibbling on her lower lip, Sabrina had expected what she would say.

She should've departed.

But her legs felt like lead, immobilizing her.

"I still remember, back when Tyrone and I were together, he knew of my affinity for this shop's cupcake and would often bring me one. It worked like magic whenever we had a spat, he'd present me a cupcake and I'd forgive him. But there was one fierce argument where I rejected his peace offering, a cupcake. Later, I guess he must've given it to you.

That night I stumbled upon your Instagram and noticed how much you enjoyed it, so I didn't point it out."

Sabrina felt a stab in her heart, as the chill wind swirled.

She understood now.

Holding the bag, Sabrina made her way out of Maplefield Square.

Spying a trash bin on the pavement, she hurried over and dumped the bag with an impassive face.

Regaining her composure, Sabrina marched towards the waiting taxi.

"Miss, you weren't planning to purchase something? Why didn't you?" the driver questioned as Sabrina climbed back in.

Wearing a thin smile, Sabrina responded, "They were out of stock, so I couldn't. We can leave now."

The driver didn't probe further, simply started the engine.

Reclining on the back seat, Sabrina peered out the window. Her gaze flickered, her eyes welling up involuntarily.

Why was she drawn to the cupcake?

When she initially joined the Blakely family, she was meek and mindful.

Everyone commended her for her obedience.

She maintained her distance from Tyrone.

Sabrina would sneak glances at Tyrone a handful of times, content with the stolen glimpses.

One day, Tyrone returned home with a bag in his hand. Sabrina was studying in the living room, and upon seeing him, she greeted him.