The room fell into complete and eerie silence.

The onlookers traded terrified glances.

Even the men playing cards on the other side cast curious glances at them, hesitating to continue their game. They were intrigued and clueless about what had unfolded.

"Go on." Rolf shattered the silence, quickly trailing after Tyrone.

In another room, Rolf tried to calm Tyrone down. "Don't lose your cool.

They're not aware of the entire situation. It's not worth your anger."

Reflecting on his image mirrored in the glass, Tyrone held his drink, muttering, "It's not them I'm mad at. It's myself."

What led them to these conclusions?

It was his behavior that had planted such misconceptions.

Tyrone's mind raced back to a dinner where Sabrina, in the company of her friend, had crossed paths with him, his friends, and Galilea.

Eddie had urged Sabrina to toast Galilea, her future sister-in-law.

Tyrone hadn't intervened. In fact, he had tacitly approved, even coercing Sabrina into compliance.

Three years of marriage, yet Sabrina was only introduced to his friends when Eddie apologized to her.

Encounters with his friends while Sabrina was present were brushed off with the excuse that she was his sister.

He never acknowledged her as his wife in their company.

Consequently, they disrespected Sabrina to win him over. They imitated his apparent disregard for her.

These realizations left a bitter taste in Tyrone's mouth.

He acknowledged his unfair treatment of Sabrina throughout their marriage.

Just as Sabrina had mentioned, he had apologized too much.

Aware of his faults, he remained stubborn, his attitude unchanged, secure in the knowledge that Sabrina would remain silent and tolerant.