What was on her mind? Would she choose for a divorce?

"Book my flight ticket."

On Wednesday evening, Sabrina returned home from work to find a pair of men's handmade leather shoes at the entrance, a black windbreaker hanging beside it.

Surprised, she wondered if Tyrone was back.

"You're back.”

As she looked up, she spotted Tyrone leaning against the back of the couch, his legs crossed, his gaze fixed on her.

"Yes. Did you finish your work?" Sabrina, regaining her composure, continued to switch her shoes,

"Almost. The remaining will be handled by the others."

Adorned in her slippers, Sabrina walked into the living room. Tyrone filled a glass with water, sliding it to her. With feigned nonchalance, he queried, "Have you watched the interview video?"

"Yes." Sabrina perched herself on the sofa, savoring a mouthful of water.

Caught off guard by Sabrina's indifference, Tyrone hesitated before cautiously questioning, "Any thoughts on it?"

Sabrina met his gaze with a shrug. "None."

A shadow crept into Tyrone's gaze.

"So, when is our divorce?"

Tyrone was taken aback by the question. He turned to look at Sabrina and asked, "Are you still determined to go through with the divorce?"

“Absolutely.”

“Our relationship is now public knowledge."

"And why would that hinder our divorce?"

“Why ?"

"Didn't we go over this previously?"