"T can make it up to you in other ways."

"IT don't want anything else. Just you."

"Behave yourself, Galilea."

Every time Tyrone uttered "behave yourself," it indicated he was growing impatient.

His patience with her was waning.

"Tyrone, do you have feelings for Sabrina?" Galilea queried, her voice laced with sadness.

She had eagerly anticipated her birthday celebration for quite some time, yet it was turning out to be the last one Tyrone would share with her.

While it seemed she had bested Sabrina, in reality, she had lost miserably.

Tyrone didn't answer. “If there's nothing else, I must end this call now."

He ended the call and set his phone aside.

The phone rang again.

Tyrone silenced the device and placed it on the table.

He reclined in his chair and loosened his collar, feeling unusually relieved.

Perhaps the weight he carried had lightened considerably.

On the other end, Galilea's heart shattered as she saw the call disconnected.

Why?

Why had things taken such a turn?

He was in the process of divorcing Sabrina.

She would have been Mrs. Blakely soon.

She was on the verge of becoming the happiest woman in the world.