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.

candy was

he watched her walk away, Leaving

entering the room and seeing only Tyrone, Rolf surmised something was

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

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

his drink, Rolf swiftly removed the

Tyrone acknowledge Rolf’s presence. He extended his hand,

interest in such a spectacle.

and his arm

shadows beneath

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