Scars Of A Broken Bond

Upon reaching home, Sabrina started packing her belongings.

Her suitcase lay open on the floor, and as she turned to retrieve her clothes from the wardrobe, a kitten hopped into the luggage and meowed at her.

She lightly stroked Bun’s head, and the kitten reciprocated with a lick on her finger.

Sabrina had intended to bring Bun along, but with impending travel plans, she decided to leave the kitten at a pet store the next day.

It was around ten in the evening when she finished packing her belongings, as well as her father’s.

She stood at the third-floor landing, looking down at the house with Bun cradled in her arms.

This was the place where they had shared their life for three years.

house echoed her

she had been filled with

deviated slightly from her

morning, they woke up side by side, jogging together or him hitting the gym

next day, she would pick out a suit in advance and personally tie his

suit, which accentuated his broad shoulders and lean frame to perfection. There was an undeniable

to deliver a speech. The confidence and energy he radiated as he took control of the room was a

strange satisfaction in watching him immersed in work at his desk. His dedication and charm bore a striking

thrill when he was atop her, his eyes glowing with a fierce red intensity. The sight never failed to ignite a sense of excitement within her, a pleasure in which

Tyrone must harbor at least a bit of feelings for her after their