Hearing Sabrina's words, he momentarily questioned if the fragile state of her uterus was due to her reckless lifestyle and multiple abortions.

Tyrone took a moment to compose himself, stepping back and looking down at her, his voice cold. "You truly wish for me to leave you be? I'll ask once more. Are you sure this is what you want?"

Beneath the blanket, Sabrina's hand gripped the sheet, her voice steady. "Yes."

“Fine, fine," Tyrone responded, laughter tinged with rage in his voice.

"You've won. I'll no longer interfere. I'll leave you be."

With those words, he turned and left.

The door slammed shut with a deafening crash, and silence enveloped the room.

Sabrina's gaze was fixed on the ceiling, her eyes reddening as she fought back tears.

She inhaled deeply, closing her eyes to suppress the bitterness welling within.

Memories of Last night's helplessness and restraint played in her mind.

She understood the situation.

There was always a barrier between them.

Even if the obstacle was gone, they could never return to what they once were.

She didn't want any connection with him anymore. This was the only way.

The repeated appearance of him would only bring back painful memories.

She wanted to apologize to Tyrone, but knew he wouldn't mourn for long.

His love was not genuine but rooted in guilt and possession-much Like many men who obsess over their ex-wives after divorce, driven by possession rather than love.

In time, he would realize his true feelings lay with Galilea.

This time, Tyrone was gone for good.

She ought to feel joy.