Scars Of A Broken Bond

Lowering her eyes, Sabrina tried her best to explain, but the tone sounded notably lacking in confidence. “Not entirely… It’s just that…”

Yes, Tyrone was onto something, except she had feelings for Trevor.

“What are you trying to say?” Tyrone pressed, frustration evident in his voice.

Despite her guilt, Sabrina remained stubborn and fixed her gaze on Tyrone as she retorted, “There’s nothing to it. You’re right. I simply liked him more. He confessed, and I accepted. There’s no other explanation. Do I have to respect my ex-husband’s opinion when I go into a relationship?”

Tyrone’s expression grew even more heated, almost mocking in his anger.

As his anger bubbled up, it consumed him, leaving little room for rational thought. He suddenly whisked away the quilt, revealing Sabrina’s body beneath it. With a sly grin, he taunted, “How would Trevor react, do you think, if he saw a picture of you like this with me?”

to shield herself with one hand and reclaim the quilt with the other,

left her reeling. “How could you stoop so low, Tyrone?” she shot

you’ve labeled me as shameless, it would be an injustice if I’m not accused of this

his

he captured her lips, his

vain as he easily captured them and positioned them above her head. Meanwhile, his other hand gently explored her

“Hmm

the kiss, Sabrina found herself gasping for air. The sensation, combined with her already tumultuous emotions, left her

now a mix of anger and anxiety flooded in. Her thoughts became a

gauge her condition. Her complexion was ghostly, her breath shallow, her eyes glazed-she was on the verge of