Scars Of A Broken Bond

Had Tyrone been withholding the truth?

“What? Scared to confirm it for yourself?”

Sabrina dug her nails into her palms, marking them red.

She understood Galilea was trying to rattle her.

The more Galilea taunted her, the more resolute Sabrina became in not giving her satisfaction.

“Sabrina, you claim to be Tyrone’s wife, right? Don’t you trust him?

One thing I admire about you is that you know Tyrone doesn’t care for you. See, just yesterday, my assistant called him and he immediately came to me. He even introduced me to his grandparents. Without you, Tyrone and I would have been wedded long ago. He loves me, and you’re the one intruding on us.”

Galilea. Tyrone and I were married when you two were already over. I never came between you two; you’ve been coming between

avoiding your phone then? Stop pretending. You fear it because you know the truth. You’ve accepted

want me to look at my phone? Fine, it’s no big deal. Even if the online crowd brands me as the other woman, can it alter the fact that you are,

shouldn’t have checked her

accord, retrieving her phone from her purse and opening

unread messages waited

hands quivered as she opened the

most recent post had

had braced herself for it. When she came across those hurtful words, she wasn’t taken aback. What did surprise her, though,

first comment accusing her