"Very well, sir!" The manager's face instantly lit up. "Would you like any engraving on the rings?”

"No need," Sabrina replied.

She couldn't help but consider the potential resale value of the rings, should their marriage end.

"Understood. We'll expedite the customization and alert you once it's completed."

Tyrone responded with a simple, "Hmm." He turned to Sabrina and asked, “Anything else you like? Do you want to look around?"

Before Sabrina could reply, the manager suggested, "We just received a new collection of necklaces. Care to take a look?"

Sabrina declined politely. "No, thank you. We should get going."

Tyrone stood, offered her his hand, and they exited the store.

The manager bid them farewell at the door. "Goodbye."

They returned to their vehicle.

The car zoomed down the road.

“Why did you suddenly decide to buy rings?" Sabrina glanced at Tyrone and posed her question.

"Nothing. I was just thinking that we've been married for three years, but we don't even have couple rings." Tyrone took her hand, interlacing their fingers. Under the dim car light, he confessed, "Sabrina, I'm aware that I've failed in my duties as a husband these past three years. You've been incredibly patient. I'll do my best to make it up to you and compensate for the time lost."

She had agreed to give him another chance, but he could sense she was still cautious.

A wall seemed to exist between them, invisible but perceptible.

Their relationship had been strained and piecing it back together was going to be challenging.

Sabrina couldn't trust him as implicitly as she once had.

She managed a small smile at him before her gaze wandered to the window, focusing on the world outside.

Night had enveloped the world outside. Street shops on both ends of the route sparkled in the dark.

Sabrina was quite aware of Tyrone's sentiments, as well as his desire to make amends.