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

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

be an injustice if I’m

evident as his face drew closer

warning, he captured her lips, his kiss aggressive and

he easily captured them and positioned them above

“Hmm

found herself gasping for air. The sensation, combined with her already

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

up, pulling back to gauge her condition. Her complexion was ghostly, her breath shallow,