Later that night, after finishing his work in the study, Tyrone entered their master bedroom.

Sabrina was already deep in slumber.

Silently, he approached the bed, observing her serene, sleeping form.

But she was still curled up.

He stepped into the bathroom. After a bit, he emerged in a bathrobe, slid under the quilt, and curled up beside Sabrina, drawing her close.

Sabrina felt a warm presence in her sleep and instinctively curled into it.

Morning light filled the room. Squinting through sleep-heavy eyes, she glanced at her phone. It was almost seven.

The spot next to her was empty, the bedspread still warm.

Tyrone had likely risen early for his run.

Rising, Sabrina freshened up, got dressed, and headed downstairs for breakfast where Tyrone awaited her.

After their meal, they left for work, a pattern familiar from their past marriage.

In the back seat, Tyrone held her hand, lightly tracing her skin.

Her skin was remarkably fair, blue veins faintly visible on the back of her hand. Her fingers were elegant, nails tinted a soft pink.

"I won't be in the office after lunch. Join me at the club in the evening. I will have the driver to pick you up after work."

"A business engagement?" Sabrina inquired.

"I have made an appointment with some business partners to play golf,”

Tyrone declared.

His primary intent wasn't the leisurely sport of golf, but the chance to blend business chat within the relaxed setting, a far cry from the stiffness of an office.

"Okay."

"Do you want to join me?"