She was even willing to sell their shared home.

Her eagerness to erase their past was palpable.

"I'm leaving now," Sabrina declared, grabbed her bag, and left the room.

Tyrone lay back, his eyes shut tightly against the pain that gnawed at him.

She was gone.

He no longer had any valid reason to meet her.

If he didn't plot something, their meetings would be few and far between.

Just like any regular divorced couple, they would have no further connection with each other.

In his despair, he clenched his fists, the color draining from his knuckles.

Upon reaching home, Sabrina started packing her belongings.

Her suitcase lay open on the floor, and as she turned to retrieve her clothes from the wardrobe, a kitten hopped into the luggage and meowed at her.

She lightly stroked Bun's head, and the kitten reciprocated with a lick on her finger.

Sabrina had intended to bring Bun along, but with impending travel plans, she decided to leave the kitten at a pet store the next day.

It was around ten in the evening when she finished packing her belongings, as well as her father's.

She stood at the third-floor landing, looking down at the house with Bun cradled in her arms.

This was the place where they had shared their life for three years.

Every detail of the house echoed her dreams of a shared future.

In the early days, she had been filled with joy, hope, and anticipation.

Married life might have deviated slightly from her imagination, but it had been fulfilling nonetheless.

Each morning, they woke up side by side, jogging together or him hitting the gym while she practiced yoga beside him.