Finally, exasperated, she took the spoon from his grip, scooped up some soup, and brought it to his mouth

As he opened his mouth to accept the spoonful, a sly smile crept across his face.

It vanished as soon as she looked up at him.

He gazed at her once he finished his meal.

Her eyes sparkled with beauty, their shimmer captivating.

Her long eyelashes were visible even at such a close distance. As she blinked, her eyelashes danced gracefully.

Her skin was as fair and smooth as ever.

But he had realized her true worth too late, and he had lost her.

Karen arrived later with a change of clothes.

Looking up at the darkening sky, Sabrina turned to Tyrone. "Since you don't need my help, I'll leave."

Tyrone said nothing, only staring at the floor and pressing his Lips together.

"I'LL be moving out tomorrow," she added.

“There's no need. Our separation agreement still stands. You can keep the villa. I'll vacate," Tyrone stated, his voice void of emotion.

Despite the aloof exterior, his heart crumbled within him.

"No. If you don't want it, I'll put it up for sale," Sabrina responded with a firm shake of her head.

When she signed their divorce papers, she desired the house.

It was the repository of their shared life over the past three years, every corner a reminder of the times they had spent together. She had hoped to hold on to these memories and, at the same time, prevent Galilea from ever claiming it.

However, her desire for the house had faded. The past was now a source of pain and regret.

If she was to move on, she had to let go of these physical reminders.

Tyrone, hearing her resolve, felt a pang of disappointment, a chill enveloping him. His breath hitched.