"Is that all he is to you?"

In response, Sabrina turned her face away, frustrated.

What was wrong with Tyrone?

"I don't want to discuss this with you."

She was utterly exasperated.

That night, after their meal, Sabrina discovered some paperwork on their bedroom table as she went to freshen up.

Had Tyrone returned from his office rather than Galilea's place?

On closer inspection, it wasn't work-related but rather medical records from Healthwell Hospital, labeled with Galilea's name.

What could possibly be wrong with Galilea? mats Wrong With Tyrone

Sabrina pondered, her curiosity piqued.

As she extended a hand to peruse the records, she hesitated, pulling back.

Instead, she made her way to the bathroom.

When she emerged, the file had vanished.

The following morning, Sabrina hobbled downstairs for breakfast.

During their meal, she posed a question to Tyrone. "Shall we proceed with the divorce today?”

Tyrone glanced at her, then at her injured ankle. "Are you sure you can manage, given your condition?"

"Yes, I have a crutch." Sabrina indicated the crutch by the table.

"I'LL manage."

Tyrone shook his head. "I've a business trip scheduled for today. We'll have to delay this till I return."

Puzzled, Sabrina furrowed her brows. “A business trip? What's the purpose?"

"It pertains to your department. Would you like to accompany me?"

Tyrone's gaze was steady.

Shaking her head, Sabrina replied, "No."

"Then, wait for my return."

A whirlwind of emotions raged within Sabrina. It seemed like a Loving conversation between husband and wife. Yet, the reality was their marriage was on the brink of collapse.