She couldn't leave.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have any chance to be Tyrone's wife again.

She was utterly alone.

Seated weakly on the bed, she felt utterly lost, unsure of what to do next.

After much contemplation, she finally decided to retrieve the phone number she hadn't dialed in years. With a momentary pause, she mustered the courage to make the call.

After what felt like an eternity, an answer came. A male voice filled the line. "Hello?"

"It's me."

"Why did you call?" the man asked after being silent for a while.

"He's sending me away!"

"I told you not to return."

"I need your help."

“Why should I help you?"

"Aren't you scared I'll tell him about what happened back then? Because

I will!" Galilea's threat reverberated through the Line.

"Ah, your threats are nothing new. Like when I compelled you to leave for abroad. Was it successful?" His response was bathed in nonchalance, no trace of intimidation.

Upon hearing the abrupt click of the call ending, Galilea's anger flared, and she flung the phone onto the bed before collapsing in despair.

As her eyes slid shut, her mind was consumed by the memories of her time with Tyrone in college.

He seemed so distant and aloof. It took her persistent efforts and a long chase before he finally agreed to date her.

When they were a couple, he fell short of the ideal partner, always engrossed in his studies and consistently disregarding her presence.

Despite the one-sided nature of their relationship, she felt a strange sense of fulfillment.