Scars Of A Broken Bond

The manager bid them farewell at the door. “Goodbye.”

They returned to their vehicle.

The car zoomed down the road.

“Why did you suddenly decide to buy rings?” Sabrina glanced at Tyrone and posed her question.

“Nothing. I was just thinking that we’ve been married for three years, but we don’t even have couple rings.” Tyrone took her hand, interlacing their fingers. Under the dim car light, he confessed, “Sabrina, I’m aware that I’ve failed in my duties as a husband these past three years. You’ve been incredibly patient. I’ll do my best to make it up to you and compensate for the time lost.”

She had agreed to give him another chance, but he could sense she was still cautious.

A wall seemed to exist between them, invisible but perceptible.

strained and piecing it back together was going

couldn’t trust him as implicitly as

her gaze

shops on both ends of

was quite aware of Tyrone’s sentiments, as well as his

if Tyrone’s

akin to a

was certain that their lives could never regain

they decided to fill their stomachs

garage and stepped out of the car one after the other, making their