In the dead of night, the master bedroom door creaked open slightly.

Silently, Tyrone entered, his presence subtly underscored by the faint hint of Liquor, With measured steps, he approached the bed.

"Meow!" Sabrina's Little roommate detected his arrival.

"Shh!"

Before the kitten, Tyrone placed a ration of cat food.

With careful sniffs, the kitten inspected and then consumed the meal.

Tyrone stroked its fluffy head gently, then walked to the bed.

In the silver glow of the moon, Sabrina's slumbering countenance was calm and tranquil, save for a furrowed brow.

Tyrone was entranced, unable to tear his gaze from her.

Gently seating himself on the bedside, he softly ran his fingers over her smooth and tender face.

Only in such moments could he be near her without meeting her icy, disdainful gaze.

That look filled him with dread.

Even Tyrone, usually decisive and self-assured in his business dealings, was capable of fear.

He might have scoffed at such a notion in the past.

But once he realized where his heart truly resided, he understood that he could never move on.

Their marital life had been peaceful and harmonious. They had shared many intimate moments in this vast bed, being the model couple in the servants' eyes. But he hadn't treasured these moments.

His past was marked by too much pride.

He knew she would never forgive him.

Once they returned from St. Carleigh Church, she would no longer be his wife.

They would have no ties.