Now, however, she realized it was merely a trick of fate!

The idea of divorce had never been so lucid.

That was the answer.

He should fulfill his promise, and she should seek tranquility.

A marriage didn't always end with a bang; it didn't always culminate in agonizing sorrow. Sometimes, it quietly dissolved in the stillness of an afternoon. At a moment of perfection, they simply parted ways.

It was a complete story.

Only the reader would witness it unfold.

"Sabrina, if it's unbearable, you should divorce him."

Sabrina's hands balled into tight fists.

As if sensing her thoughts, Larry reassured her, "Don't worry. Grandpa is a wise man. His main concern is your happiness, and I'll assist in convincing him."

"I..." Before Sabrina could voice her thoughts, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed behind her, along with Tyrone's voice.

“Sabrina? Why haven't you returned? Larry?"

"I was just having a chat with Sabrina," Larry responded with a smile.

Larry was an easygoing person; Sabrina's relationship with him was better than the one between her and Tyrone.

Tyrone didn't voice any suspicion, instead turning to Sabrina. “I noticed you barely ate anything earlier. Make sure to eat more."

"Okay," Sabrina replied.

Larry glanced at them, announcing, "I should head back too. Otherwise, my wife might think I've taken up smoking again."

Noticing the discarded cigarette butts on the ground, Tyrone managed a smile.

In a hushed tone, Larry added, "Don't let her know."

"You reek of smoke," Tyrone replied, raising an eyebrow.