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.

it

him as

him before her gaze wandered to the window, focusing on the world

shops on both ends of

sentiments, as well as his desire

she found it hard to discern if Tyrone’s kindness

was akin to a

never regain tranquility with Galilea in the

to fill their stomachs with

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