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, she not only

were nothing but

was too humiliated to

teeth, Bettie exclaimed, “Damn

someone’s feelings on

child, spiraling into depression in the

ever considered the consequences if Sabrina’s depression

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

respected or cared for Sabrina. He had manipulated situations to his advantage, all for the sake

trafficked. In a disturbing turn of events, it was revealed that Tyrone had allowed

the bed which led to

cold-hearted. How could Sabrina possibly see through a

offering comfort, “Sabrina, you had seen the truth this time. A scumbag like

her voice tinged with

far from