Tyrone switched off the phone, neglecting to respond.

Shortly after, Galilea made a call.

Tyrone studied the incoming call for a moment, finally answering just as she was about to hang up. Instantly, Galilea's excited voice flooded through the phone.

"Tyrone! I was scared you wouldn't answer."

Tyrone's brow knitted, his voice low. "I'm just reminding you not to be stuck in the past. Move on."

“But Tyrone, my love for you is profound. I truly love you. Could you visit me?"

“Focus on your work. If it's not necessary, don't call me again.”

Tyrone ended the call.

He leaned into the chair, eyes shut.

Did he love Sabrina?

Did he love Galilea?

His actions always followed his heart.

His affection for Sabrina was undeniable, even if it wasn't love, it was close.

Maybe that was why their marriage had lasted three years.

Perhaps he was mistaken from the beginning, or maybe his past guilt for Galilea had been misconstrued as love.

After their reunion, he mistook guilt for love.

Fortunately, he figured it out before the divorce.

Osiris' assistant handed the file bag to him and said, "Sir, I've gathered all the information about Sabrina Chavez. Everything you need to know is right here. Please take a look."

“Just set it down," Osiris commanded.

The assistant complied, leaving the bag of files on the table.