We shared a hot spring bath. He was quite insatiable; he was always eager in the hot spring pool. Trust me, he's quite the lover, always makes it last. Tyrone told me that you two never slept together when you were dating. Is that right?"

If Galilea wanted to stir her up, she could return the favor.

"Sabrina!" Galilea clenched her teeth.

"Yes, I'm here. What's up? He hasn't been intimate with you, has he?"

"That's Tyrone's respect for me! Unlike you, who is nothing but a plaything to him!"

"But I have him. And you, you'll forever be the third wheel!”

"So what? Do you believe Tyrone would come to see me if I call him right now?"

Without wasting a moment, Galilea dialed Tyrone's number in front of Sabrina.

To emphasize her point, she put the call on Loudspeaker, giving Sabrina a challenging stare.

"Hello, Galilea." A deep masculine voice resonated from the phone.

"Tyrone, it's me. You haven't dropped by since I've joined the set. I'm free most of today. Could you make it here? We could share dinner after the shooting."

A silent pause lingered on the line.

In a hopeful whisper, Sabrina wished he might decline.

Tyrone conceded, "Sure thing."

The air seemed to escape Sabrina's lungs, a feeling of suffocation gripped her.

Why had he lost his fear of being seen with Galilea by the paparazzi now?

"Perfect! I'll be waiting for you on set."

Ending the call, Galilea stated, flaunting her victory, "Sabrina, you get the picture now, don't you? Tyrone always dances to my tune. He doesn't care for you. Let's make a bet. In a few days on September 20th, he will join me when I call him. We'll see who's right!"

A chill ran down Sabrina's spine.

She felt adrift.