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.

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their marriage. When she had finally begun to heal, she not only forgave him but also

nothing but wishful

humiliated to admit this to anyone

teeth, Bettie exclaimed, “Damn it! Tyrone has crossed a

gamble with someone’s feelings on a bet… What

Sabrina had just lost their child, spiraling into depression

Tyrone ever considered the

did he not care at all about Sabrina’s well-being and life? Perhaps it

the past, it seemed Tyrone had never truly respected or cared for Sabrina. He had manipulated situations to his advantage, all for the sake

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

pushing Andrew off the bed which led to him hitting his head,

were unfathomably cold-hearted. How could Sabrina possibly see through

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

know,” Sabrina replied, her

from a good man, yet