After a pause, Galilea broke into sobs. “Tyrone, I did it. Please don't hate me. I... I was just terrified of losing you. You mentioned falling in love with Sabrina. You even declined the divorce and suggested I move overseas. I panicked. The fear of being away from you was unbearable. In desperation, I made that post. I'm sorry. Can you forgive me?"

Galilea was confident that Sabrina wouldn't show the post to Tyrone, so she dared to make her move. But she never expected Tyrone to find out.

Tyrone was silent.

His perception of her shifted when he saw the post.

Over the phone, Galilea continued pleading for his forgiveness, her voice shaky.

“Tyrone, can you forgive me? I can apologize to Sabrina right now. I can't imagine life without you.”

"Please, don't do this again. Delete it

"Alright, alright, it'll be gone immediately. Tyrone, have you forgiven me? I've disappointed you, Tyrone. What have I done to Sabrina? I've hurt her once more. She must despise me now."

"I don't think she caught a glimpse. You don't need to be so hard on yourself. Keep your distance from her going forward."

“I understand."

Though Galilea agreed, she was not at peace.

She regretted that Sabrina missed the post.

After disconnecting the call, Tyrone scrutinized the post using Sabrina's phone, and it was nowhere to be found.

He exhaled in relief.

Possibly, Sabrina was unaware of his departure that night.

Just then, a knock echoed from the door.

Tyrone moved to answer. It was Sabrina indeed.

She eyed him and uttered, “I think I left my phone here.”

"Yes." Tyrone handed over her phone.

"Thanks." Sabrina turned around to leave, then something flashed in her mind. "Could you lend me a hand?"