"Tyrone, you can't be this heartless..." Galilea sobbed.

"If I truly were heartless, I would've left you overseas," Tyrone responded icily.

If he had acted cruelly earlier, the current predicament would not exist.

Seeing her silent, drowned in her tears, Tyrone paused for a moment before saying, "Since you won't make a choice, I'll make it for you.

Tomorrow, someone will escort you to the airport. Pack your belongings beforehand."

He then proceeded to open the car door.

Galilea, in desperation, clutched his arm, tears streaming down her face. "No! Tyrone, I'll listen to you. I'll move overseas and not return. Please, give me a few days to bid farewell to my parents and friends!"

“Fine. In one week, someone will take you to the airport."

"Alright..."

Tyrone calmly entered his car, shutting the door behind him.

He drove off in his black Cayenne. His presence there remained a secret, known only to Galilea.

He stopped his car at the villa in Starriver Bay.

Leaning against the back seat, he told the driver, "You may leave now."

"Alright, sir. Goodnight."

After the driver exited, Tyrone disembarked from his car, leaning against it while gazing up at the master bedroom on the second floor.

Tt was dark.

Sabrina was likely asleep.

The bed she now occupied alone was once their shared sanctuary.

Over the past three years, they had spent countless nights making love on that bed.

They were once a blissful couple.