Scars Of A Broken Bond

Anger was gathering in her chest, and she struggled to contain it. Clutching her phone tightly, Sabrina was about to call Galilea when she heard a commotion at the hall’s entrance. The host of the party stepped forward to greet someone.

Amidst the moving figures, Sabrina’s eyes fell on Tyrone. He was impeccably dressed in a well-cut suit, standing tall and composed.

A woman was on his arm. It was Galilea.

In a state of bewilderment, Sabrina cast her gaze upon Galilea and Tyrone, her countenance twisted into a disdainful sneer.

It was no surprise that Galilea was flooded with various scripts, for it had come to Light that Tyrone was her staunch supporter.

Sabrina harbored the knowledge that their affection for each other had endured for quite some time. Back then, Tyrone had parted ways with Galilea solely due to Cesar’s passing.

He had audaciously professed his love to her and even implored

Tyrone had displayed

to Galilea, who stood by Tyrone’s side. Clad in a delicate pink dress,

of Galilea’s true nature, she might

with Tyrone, only to be thwarted by her presence. Thus, Galilea had harbored animosity

her father, Galilea had gone so far as to

would never step forward as a

had never entertained the idea of providing testimony. The term of asking her to be an assistant for a month was merely

light of this revelation, Sabrina harbored no concerns about taking Galilea to the police station right away. She retrieved her phone and retreated to the corridor to summon

no use and dared to have