“Are you planning to sell the villa?" Sabrina asked, steadying her voice.

Tyrone, observing her closely, responded, "Yes, I am considering it."

“It makes sense to sell it. We're divorced. There's no point in holding onto it," Sabrina said with an icy tone. “What was it you wanted to say earlier?”

As Sabrina stood her ground, Tyrone's frustration flared up.

He couldn't help to contain his anger and ask, “How was your trip to Austrain? Did Raul satisfy you?''

Sabrina's face paled, but she managed to respond, “That's what you wanted to ask? Thank you for your concern. Raul is indeed vigorous and young. I was quite satisfied with him!”

Tyrone's expression darkened, and his voice filled with anger as he said, "He's vigorous, and you're satisfied?"

"Yes," Sabrina replied, her voice calm. "Anything else?"

Tyrone's rage boiled over, and he laughed bitterly. "Good for you, Sabrina!"

Later that day, he managed to calm himself, recognizing that Sabrina was simply trying to provoke him.

But this realization only fueled his anger further.

She was able to say such things in order to get rid of him.

Could she truly despise him so much?

He'd even kept tabs on her activities in Austrain, learning of Raul's arrest, and now she was using it to taunt him.

“Thanks for the praise."

“You really want to be rid of me, don't you?" Tyrone clenched his teeth and uttered.

“We're divorced, Tyrone. We lead separate lives now. If there's something else, I'll be going," Sabrina said, turning to leave. But Tyrone caught her wrist. "Don't go!" he pleaded.

"Let me go!" she snapped back

Their meetings always seemed to revolve around the same phrase-"We are divorced."

Gazing at Sabrina, Tyrone's eyes brimmed with a mixture of rage and despair.