She eventually picked one and uploaded it on Instagram, captioned with a single cupcake emoji.

It symbolized her bliss.

And her concealed affection.

How innocent was her heart in those times?

She felt that this cupcake was the most delightful treat she had ever tasted.

She started visiting the bakery frequently, turning it into a habit.

It wasn't the cupcake she was fond of, but the man who first introduced her to it.

Only much later did she discover that the cupcake was merely a remnant of another person's craving.

The affection she had nurtured for years was, for Galilea, effortlessly obtained.

Galilea didn't want it, so she got it. It was her leftover.

Just like with Tyrone, she only had the chance to be with him after Galilea had ended things.

At eleven twenty in the evening, the gate of Starriver Bay swung open as a black Cayenne drove in.

"Sir, we've arrived."

The driver switched on the car's lights and glanced at the men seated in the back.

Leaning back comfortably, Tyrone was momentarily lost in a peaceful slumber. Hearing the driver, he shook himself awake, massaged his tired eyes, opened the car door, and walked to the entrance.

Upon opening the door, he was greeted by darkness.

The sudden sobriety stirred him to locate and flip the light switch.

The sudden illumination of the living room was a bit blinding.

The living room was desolate.

Tyrone scanned his surroundings from his spot in the center of the room, feeling that something was wrong.