Scars Of A Broken Bond

It must be Tyrone who had left it there before heading into the meeting.

She averted her gaze, feigning ignorance.

Her curiosity sated by observing the fish, she then turned her attention to a magazine nestled within the bookshelf, eager to lose herself in its pages.

Before too long, the office’s tranquility was disrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps.

Tyrone made his entrance, clutching a document in his hand. Observing Sabrina engrossed in reading, he remarked, “You’ve been waiting for quite some time. Are you finding it a tad tedious?”

“I’m perfectly content. Oh, by the way, someone phoned you earlier,” Sabrina casually reminded him.

was it?” Tyrone inquired nonchalantly as he placed the document

didn’t check,” she

phone, a seemingly innocuous comment from her striking

sudden surge of bitterness and unease coursed through him, casting

calls from Kylan, Sabrina wouldn’t answer other people’s calls for Tyrone, but she wouldn’t avoid his phone

their wedding anniversary, she

for him when he returned late, nor did she prepare his suit and tie for the next day. She didn’t care if he

she began to

continued to hold on to hope, wanting to

not go well?” “No,” Tyrone replied, pausing for a moment. Tyrone unlocked his phone and noticed a missed call from Damon. Tyrone