“Is Galilea alright?" Sabrina gathered her strength to inquire.

A suspicion gnawed at her, suggesting Tyrone might leave and not return, just as he had done the previous day.

She pondered on the reason Galilea might have given to have Tyrone keep her company for consecutive days.

Tyrone looked back at her and frowned. "Sabrina, you usually don't ask questions."

A sudden paleness cloaked Sabrina's face. "My ankle hurts. Can you perhaps..."

"Your ankle is simply sprained. Call upon the housekeeper should you require assistance," Tyrone retorted coldly, departing without looking back.

As Sabrina watched his retreating figure, she felt very bitter.

She seldom displayed vulnerability before him, yet he responded as if she was being overly delicate.

When someone harbors no love for you, exposing your frailties is pointless.

Divorce was on the horizon. What authority did she have to probe into his affairs?

She berated herself for being foolish. One act of kindness from him, and she had mistaken it for affection.

She felt humiliated once more.

Surprisingly, Tyrone didn't just stay away for one night, but two nights.

Sabrina, however, wouldn't surrender. She remained perched on her bed, waiting until nightfall. She played with her phone until sleep claimed her, leaving a single light glowing beside her.

Upon waking, the pristine condition of the other side of the bed confirmed no one had occupied it.

Lying there, Sabrina traced the ceiling with her eyes and released a sigh.

Why?

Since divorce was imminent, why did she harbor such hope for him?

Yet, he was the man she had adored for a decade and shared a bed for three years. How could she accept the end so easily?

Perhaps it was only after Tyrone repeatedly let her down, extinguishing every trace of her love for him, that she could finally let go.

After some time, Sabrina got up to wash up.

Sunday was nearing its end, and Monday would dawn soon. A meeting was scheduled with Tyrone to proceed with their divorce that day.

Once the divorce was final, they would cease to be part of each other's lives.

Though they would still share a living space, their marital ties would be severed.

Regardless of how close he became to Galilea, she had no right to intervene. She could only watch as the man she once called her husband became someone else's.