He couldn't quite pinpoint what was out of place.

He moved to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water. It was then he noticed the change.

Previously, if he returned late after his engagements, the living room lights would always be on.

Sabrina would either be watching television, fiddling with her phone, or occasionally dozing off on the couch. He would carry her to their bedroom for a comfortable sleep.

He knew she waited for him.

On his return from a business trip, he found Sabrina asleep on the couch, waiting.

However, ever since he suggested a divorce, the scenario changed. He would find the living room shrouded in darkness, which somehow seemed colder.

"Sir, you've returned." The sound in the living room alerted Karen, who came out to inspect.

"Karen."

"You seem to have had a few drinks, sir. Would you like some tea?"

“That sounds perfect."

Sipping the water, Tyrone eased himself onto the couch. Leaning back, he closed his eyes and massaged his temples, visibly exhausted.

A moment passed, and Karen set a cup of tea on the living room's side table, addressing Tyrone, "Sir, your tea is ready."

"Alright." Tyrone acknowledged her softly, without moving an inch.

Seeing his lack of movement, Karen retreated back to the kitchen. She quickly returned, a platter of fresh fruit in her hands, and placed it before Tyrone. "If tea doesn't appeal to you, Sir, perhaps some fruit might. It can help clear your head."

“Thank you, Karen."

"It's no trouble at all. I initially prepared it for Mrs. Blakely, but she hardly had an appetite today. She ascended to her room without eating much."

After a short silence, Tyrone asked, “Is she suffering from a stomachache again?"

"No. It appears she had other things on her mind." Karen seemed to drop the comment casually.

She was well aware that the couple hadn't divorced that day, no doubt due to Cesar's intervention.