Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

It was Tyrone who had orchestrated this transformation! Sabrina made every effort to cleanse her mind of these thoughts.
After tidying herself up, she exited the room gracefully, as though nothing untoward had occurred.
The living room was vacant, devoid of any presence.
Curiosity piqued, Sabrina scanned the room, pondering if Tyrone had departed.
Just then, the rhythmic sound of chopping emanated from the kitchen. Oh, he hadn’t left.
Her pajamas lay strewn across the sofa. She approached and picked them up. But as she turned around, she abruptly halted.
A conspicuous damp spot marked the sofa.
That precise location...
A crimson blush graced Sabrina’s cheeks.
Surveying her surroundings, she casually tossed a pillow onto the spot. Fearing the pillow might not suffice as a cover, she
circumvented the sofa, meticulously adjusting its placement. Only when she was certain that nothing was exposed did she finally
breathe a sigh of relief.
However, she was afraid that she couldn’t keep this sofa...
Sabrina felt fortunate that Bettie had not been present last night. Indeed, Tyrone would not have dared to act so audaciously had
Bettie been in attendance.
Feigning inebriation, he had appeared oblivious, though he was well- informed of Bettie’s whereabouts. Damn it.
“Breakfast is served,” said Tyrone as he emerged from the kitchen, carrying a plate which he placed upon the table.
“What are you doing over there?”
Sabrina executed a graceful about-face, casting an accusatory glare in his direction and then retreated to the room, pajamas in
tow.
Tyrone’s gaze descended from her departing figure to the pillow resting on the sofa, a subtle smile dancing in his eyes. Sabrina
was utterly endearing.

In the past, she had given him the impression of being docile and sensible, perhaps because she had been residing in his
household after her father’s demise back then.
However, following their divorce, he had gradually unearthed another facet of her character.
This hidden side of her had remained concealed during their marriage for the simple reason that she had not harbored any
affection for him.
The contemplation of this fact made Tyrone’s face froze.
What version of her had she presented to the person she had loved during her university days?
Would she have been vivacious, exuberant and delightful? Or would she have donned a cloak of silence and reserve? His fists
clenched involuntarily.
Normally, Sabrina should not have fallen for a man who already had a girlfriend. But she had and it seemed she was destined for
a clandestine and ultimately fruitless love affair.