"I'm only doing my job. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get to work."

Breathing in deeply, Sabrina composed herself and began to turn, striving to maintain a facade of calm.

"We'll go together." After his declaration, Tyrone headed upstairs to change.

Sabrina halted, a lump formed in her throat and her eyes moistened.

How could he remain so unperturbed, asking for a divorce, and then inviting her to commute together?

His love for her was non-existent.

"It's alright. As we're headed for divorce, it's best you take care not to be seen with me."

With that, Sabrina briskly made her exit.

The fear of losing composure in Tyrone's presence propelled her.

She simply couldn't let that happen.

After that night, he'd only agreed to marry her believing she would be no trouble and never lash out.

She harbored guilt for the unborn child within her. A child destined to be fatherless.

As she walked away, Tyrone's forehead creased in a frown.

Reaching the garage, she opened the door of the driver's seat and climbed in. Instead of starting the engine, she opened Facebook.

After some casual browsing, she stumbled upon something.

Tyrone and most of his friends weren't fond of sharing things online, but there were a few exceptions among his social circle.

Eddie Dawson was one of them.

Sabrina came across a post of him at a dinner, the caption read,

"Welcome Galilea back to the country! A wedding's on the way!"

He had added a celebratory emoji at the end.

The location showed the club they frequently hung out at.

A drop of tear fell on the screen of her phone.

Grasping her phone, Sabrina felt an overwhelming sorrow that stole her breath.

It seemed Tyrone had whisked Galilea off to meet his friends the moment he stepped off the plane.

Everyone knew his heart still belonged to her and wished them well.