Scars Of A Broken Bond

Upon hearing her familiar voice, Tyrone shuddered. He straightened up, a spark ignited in his eyes as if he was dreaming. “Sabrina?”

“Yes, it’s me.”

“Well… What can I do for you?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Have you been drinking?”

Tyrone hastily put down his glass, denying, “No.”

“No need to lie to me. If your health deteriorates due to drinking, you’ll end up back in the hospital. If that’s what you want, keep drinking. You’re wealthy enough to own a hospital. You can stay there indefinitely.”

“I apologize, Sabrina. I won’t drink anymore.”

caught, Tyrone felt a pang of guilt. He pushed his glass away and murmured, “I appreciate your concern. It makes me happy, Sabrina. Even if

Sabrina’s heart with

the call without uttering another

Tyrone was adept at dramatizing situations and that she should remain skeptical, Sabrina found

up her mind to move on

way, she wouldn’t succumb to her

genuinely don’t wish to end our marriage, but I’m aware that you wouldn’t stay by my side. I’ve wounded you too deeply. I

trailed off as

his eyes, a

had finally mustered the courage to bare his