Their marriage, seemingly glamorous on the surface, was nothing more than a bitter experience cloaked in false hope.

From the very beginning, she was nothing more than Tyrone’s plan B, a pawn sacrificed for Galilea.

Yet, she was blindsided by the allure of the chocolate’s exquisite packaging.

Now, however, she realized her preference for the sweet, uncomplicated candies of her childhood, inexpensive yet genuinely satisfying.

Tyrone, on the other hand, offered her a beautifully wrapped confectionery, a bitter chocolate masquerading as a sweet treat.

“ALL I need is another chance,” Tyrone implored, his typical cold, arrogant demeanor replaced with humble pleading. “Sabrina, let me make up for you, okay?”

Silently, Sabrina wriggled free of his grasp, making her way upstairs without looking back.

fruit candy was eventually

he watched her walk away,

only Tyrone, Rolf

the door, and his gaze fell upon an empty bottle sitting on

Tyrone maintained his silence, refilling his glass and drank it up in one

to refill his drink, Rolf swiftly removed

presence. He extended his hand,

me here merely to watch you drown your sorrows? I have no interest in such a spectacle. If you wish to continue this, I’d rather take my

his arm fell to his side. He slumped weakly against the

eyes were downcast, the shadows beneath

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