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.”

felt a pang of guilt. He pushed his glass away and murmured, “I appreciate your concern.

heart

she ended the call

dramatizing situations and that she should remain skeptical, Sabrina

to move on and the most effective way was to

way, she wouldn’t

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 Lack the courage to even request you to stay. Ever since you left, sleep has evaded

trailed off as the call

shut his eyes, a

finally mustered the courage