Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter: 113
She wondered if Tyrone would have ever loved her if he hadn’t met Galilea.
Now she had a clear answer in her mind.
Even if Galilea were absent, Tyrone would never develop an attraction to her.
An unsuspecting sales assistant approached her, querying, “Ma’am, are you searching for your card? I noticed a bank card fall
from your pocket as I neared the door. I picked it up for you.”
The store attendant handed the card back to Sabrina.
Gratefully accepting it, Sabrina responded, “Much appreciated.”
Sabrina turned, opened the door, and strode out.
Upon hearing the voice, Tyrone turned around and caught sight of Sabrina’s retreating figure, displaying a sense of solitude and
determination.
A sudden pang of unease hit him.
“Tyrone, what caught your eye?”
“Nothing.” Tyrone averted his gaze and shook his head, denying any lingering sentiment.
Gripping the black card firmly, Sabrina sucked in a deep breath and approached Bettie. “Bettie, let’s find another place.”
They strolled through the fourth floor, browsing and purchasing handbags and jewelry.
After an exhausting spree, they sought out a restaurant on the fifth floor to satiate their hunger. After Lunch, they journeyed to
the sixth floor for a film. The day carried on with more shopping, until they finally paused for an evening meal at five.
Throughout the meal, Sabrina was so engrossed that she failed to notice the hot oil that burned her hand.
“Sabrina! Your hand!” In haste, Bettie grabbed a stack of napkins, mopping up the hot oil from Sabrina’s hand.
A harsh red mark marred the back of her hand.

“Does it hurt? Are you alright? Should we go to the hospital? Sabrina?”
Shaking her head with a tender smile, Sabrina reassured, “I’m fine. I’ll just use some cream once we’re back.”
Bettie murmured, “What were you thinking just now?”
“I was lost in thought. I’m going to the restroom.”
After cooling her scald under cold water, Sabrina shut the tap and noticed a figure next to her in the mirror’s reflection. Sabrina
moved past her.
“Sabrina, I need to discuss Tyrone with you,” Galilea uttered with a smile.
“What’s there to discuss? Go on.” Sabrina appeared nonchalant.