Lowering her gaze, Sabrina said, "Tyrone, it's time you admitted it.

You're in love with Galilea. Even with the promise made to Grandpa, a peaceful coexistence is the best we can hope for. You'll never fall for me. Our divorce is inevitable!"

"No, you've got it all wrong!" Tyrone grasped her shoulders. “If that were true, we could just pretend to be a joyful couple for Grandpa and Grandma, but I can't command my emotions. I used to believe I loved Galilea, but now, whether my eyes are open or closed, even in my dreams, I see you. Sabrina, I think I've fallen for you."

Sabrina was taken aback, staring into Tyrone's eyes in disbelief.

He claimed to be in love with her?

Impossible!

His sincere gaze suggested he wasn't lying.

Could he be telling the truth?

The man she had loved for so many years suddenly professed his love.

Shouldn't she be overjoyed?

No, her heart was awash with sorrow.

Collecting herself, she smirked. "You must be joking."

How could Tyrone love her? After so many years of chasing his affection, she had come up short.

Now that his long-lost love had returned, he was claiming to love her.

It was ridiculous!

"I'm serious, Sabrina. You know I wouldn't joke about such matters."

Once the initial shock wore off, Sabrina found herself smiling again.

“Why are you smiling?" he asked.

"I find it absurd. If your definition of love involves juggling two women, then I want no part in it."

"I've made it clear to her that it was the last birthday I'd celebrate with her."