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?”

one hand and

so low, Tyrone?” she shot back, her voice filled with

be

was evident as his face

her lips, his kiss aggressive

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

“Hmm

he deepened the kiss, Sabrina found herself gasping for air. The sensation, combined with

had already enveloped her, and now a mix of anger and anxiety flooded in. Her thoughts became a jumble,

eased up, pulling back to gauge her condition. Her complexion was ghostly, her breath shallow, her eyes glazed-she was on the verge