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?”

hand and reclaim the quilt with the other,

so low,

you’ve labeled me as shameless, it would be

his

captured her lips, his

attempts to free her hands were in vain as he easily captured them and positioned

“Hmm

for air. The sensation, combined with her already tumultuous emotions, left her feeling

of anger and anxiety flooded in. Her thoughts became a jumble, leaving her

to gauge her condition. Her complexion was ghostly, her breath