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.”

he’d been 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 it’s just an act, I’m elated. I thought you’d severed

Sabrina’s heart with an

the call without uttering

dramatizing situations and

made up her mind to move on and the

she wouldn’t succumb to her

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 me.

off as the

his eyes, a bitter taste filling his

mustered the courage to bare