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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unfaithful during their marriage. When she had finally begun to heal,

turned out that his feelings for her were nonexistent. Her hopes for reconciliation were nothing but wishful thinking. The realization was mortifying, like

too humiliated to admit

exclaimed, “Damn it! Tyrone has crossed a line.

with someone’s feelings on a

lost their child, spiraling into depression

ever considered the consequences

care at all about Sabrina’s well-being and life? Perhaps it was

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

disturbing turn of events, it was revealed that Tyrone had allowed her to be kidnapped. His intention was to

self-defense, pushing Andrew off the bed which led to him hitting

possibly see through

“Sabrina, you had seen the truth this time. A scumbag like him isn’t

her voice tinged

now aware that Tyrone was far from a good man, yet