Scars Of A Broken Bond

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

a void in his embrace as he watched her walk away,

the room and seeing only Tyrone, Rolf surmised something

fell upon an empty bottle sitting on the table. “Have you had a quarrel

refilling his glass and drank

he reached to refill his drink, Rolf swiftly removed

then did Tyrone acknowledge Rolf’s presence. He extended his hand, his voice firm.

you drown your sorrows? I have no interest in such a spectacle. If you wish to continue this, I’d rather take my

from his body and his arm fell to his side. He slumped weakly against the back of the

the shadows beneath