Scars Of A Broken Bond

That evening, hearing the sound of the door opening, Bettie turned her head and took a look at Sabrina. She raised her eyebrows in surprise. “You’re back? Didn’t Tyrone want you to stay longer with him?”

Sabrina, avoiding eye contact, tossed her bag onto the sofa and poured herself a glass of water. “Bettie, let’s not talk about him anymore,” she requested calmly.

Bettie’s curiosity piqued as she sat up. “What happened?” she inquired.

“What did Tyrone do this time?”

Sitting beside Bettie, Sabrina wrapped her arms around Bettie, confiding the day’s painful revelations. “I went to Tyrone’s office today and saw him with Galilea. He confessed he’s always loved Galilea. He only approached me because of a bet…”

Sabrina poured out the whole story to Bettie.

Sabrina would never have shared such a personal humiliation with anyone else.

It was a deep embarrassment. She had been fooled by Tyrone not once, but twice.

Angela’s Library

had finally begun to heal, she not

that his feelings for her were nonexistent. Her hopes for reconciliation were nothing but wishful thinking. The realization was mortifying, like knowingly being a second choice yet still

too humiliated to

flared. Clenching her teeth, Bettie exclaimed, “Damn it! Tyrone has crossed a line. How can he be

on a bet…

timing. When Sabrina had just lost their child, spiraling into depression in the aftermath, Tyrone was off

the consequences

Sabrina’s

cared for Sabrina. He had manipulated situations to his advantage, all for the sake of winning a bet. His actions

Tyrone had allowed her to be kidnapped. His intention was to make

in self-defense, pushing Andrew off the bed which

How could Sabrina possibly see through a vicious and sophisticated man like

her arms around Sabrina, offering comfort, “Sabrina, you had seen the truth

know,” Sabrina replied, her

was now aware that Tyrone was far from a