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

the room and seeing only Tyrone,

the door, and his gaze fell upon an empty bottle

refilling his

to refill his drink, Rolf swiftly

Rolf’s presence. He extended his hand, his voice

interest in such a spectacle. If

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

were downcast, the shadows beneath his lashes betraying his recent

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