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.”

glass away and murmured, “I appreciate your concern. It makes me happy, Sabrina. Even if it’s just an act, I’m elated. I thought you’d severed all

words filled Sabrina’s heart

the call without

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

to move on and the most effective way was

she wouldn’t succumb

I 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

words trailed off

his eyes, a

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