Cursing under his breath, Tyrone groaned. Of all the times, their dinner had to be delivered now.

Wrapping himself in his bathrobe, he fetched their meal from the door.

Laying out the extravagant dinner by the hot spring pool table, Tyrone watched as Sabrina relaxed in the warm waters, thoroughly enjoying her meal.

Once she finished her dinner, she rose from the hot spring pool, clad in a bath towel, and declared, "I'm heading back. You can have the rest."

Tyrone's mood soured at her departure.

After Sabrina left, he ate a bit more, exited the hot spring and tidied the pool's edge.

Back in the living room, Tyrone found a phone on the sofa. Just as he was about to switch it on, he realized it was Sabrina's, not his.

He knew the password.

Unlocking the phone, he noticed what she had been reading before.

Two clicks in, he froze.

It was a post from Galilea from the previous night, expressing appreciation. "Grateful for your company in the early morning."

A quick click on the attached photo, and he recognized his own hand.

The timestamp matched the night he visited Galilea behind Sabrina's back.

A pang of guilt and anxiety hit Tyrone.

Had Sabrina seen the post?

Perhaps she hadn't.

Hopefully, she hadn't.

Frantically, Tyrone checked his own phone. The time was right but the post was missing.

Using Sabrina's phone, he examined Galilea's profile and confirmed the match.

A sudden realization struck him.