Just as Sabrina stepped to get in, Tyrone's arms encircled her from behind, pulling her close. He whispered, "I'm truly sorry, Sabrina."

“Release me to no avail.

“ Sabrina struggled, trying to pry his fingers loose, but

“Sabrina, my heart belongs to you. It's torture seeing you with someone else,” he confessed.

With a sneer, Sabrina said, “What are you trying to prove, Tyrone? Do you even grasp what love means? It's about giving, not taking. There's someone else in my heart now. I'm moving on. Why can't you understand?

Will you hound me endlessly if I don't marry you again?"

It felt like countless stabs to Tyrone, each word drawing fresh pain.

He looked at her, his eyes filled with anguish, voice raspy as though he'd consumed a pile of sand. "Is it Trevor?"

The thought of her choosing Trevor was inconceivable to him.

How could Trevor deserve her!

"Yes," Sabrina said.

A trace of a smile, almost pleading, appeared on Tyrone's lips.

“Please, Sabrina. Don't play these games. How can you really have feelings for Trevor?"

“Huh!" Sabrina shot back with a derisive laugh. "Why are you so confident? I like Trevor. I didn't lie to you! He's charismatic, talented, and has a bright future. Why can't I fall for him?"

His heart seemed to fracture a Little more, panic overtaking him. "Are you not worried he might be like Raul?" le grew up overseas; he didn't even know who I was when we first met."

“You once confessed having feelings for someone else. Why the sudden change?" His voice held a tinge of frustration

“I once mentioned that the one I Liked didn't reciprocate. Why can't I move on?"

“Trevor is simply not worthy of you!"

“In my eyes, he is. Sure, he lacks wealth, but I can provide for him.

Thanks to your generous divorce settlement. It's been quite helpful.”