Yet Sabrina was left oblivious.

For the past three years, only the Blakely family knew of their marriage.

He rarely introduced her to his friends. Even during occasional encounters, everyone acquiesced that she was merely the adopted daughter of his parents.

"Mrs. Blakely?"

The driver found Sabrina in the garage, puzzled at her presence in her car.

Sabrina swiftly wiped away her tears, ignoring his words, and promptly started the car, driving away.

Sabrina wouldn't bring her emotions to work.

At the moment, her only respite was burying herself in her job.

She sent the plan to Tyrone's email.

Promptly, he sent his customary curt response. "Approved. Monitor the execution."

Taking a brief moment, Sabrina typed back "Understood" and promptly delegated the task.

After a long day, Sabrina received a text from Tyrone. "I'm occupied this evening. Head home without me."

She tightened her lips, feeling a sharp pain radiating from her heart.

She typed "Got it" with her trembling fingers.

In the past, perhaps due to her position as a senior manager in Blakely Group, he would always inform her about the people he was meeting.

But these past couple of days, he had been dismissing her by saying he was busy.

It turned out that he had been busy meeting Galilea.

Tyrone sent her another text. "I got you a gift on my business trip. It Slipped my mind to hand it over. It's in my suitcase. Retrieve it once you're home."

Sabrina replied with a simple, "Alright."

Seeing her short response, Tyrone felt an unfamiliar sting of irritation. He reclined in his chair and massaged his furrowed brows.

“Sir, Ms. Clifford has arrived," announced Kyson Miller, Tyrone's assistant, knocking on the door.

Upon leaving the office, Sabrina overheard some chatter among the employees.

"Is the woman who visited Mr. Blakely his girlfriend? She's so hot!"

“It's a shame that she has a mask on."

"Do you reckon she looks like Galilea Clifford?"