Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter: 118
Tyrone relieved her of the bags and said, “Let’s go.”
The driver had been stationed outside, patiently waiting. Sabrina sauntered around and eased into the back seat, her gaze
capturing the nocturnal spectacle outside the window. Throughout the journey, she maintained her silence.
The driver’s attention was glued to the road, consumed by the task of navigating the streets
The perpetual commotion outside and the ceaseless sirens echoed in stark contrast with the tranquil ambiance within the car.
Tyrone observed Sabrina’s somewhat somber demeanor, and he questioned, “Why did you choose to return the items you
purchased with the card I gave you and then buy them again?”
He had gotten a notification on his cell phone that the earlier transaction had been refunded to his account. But as she still held
onto those items, it was clear she had repurchased them using her own funds.
Sabrina continued to gaze out the window, avoiding his gaze. “That’s my personal matter. You don’t need to concern yourself
with it.”
“Are you upset because I was out shopping with Galilea?”
“You have done so many things for her. Why would I get upset just because you went shopping with her?” Sabrina questioned, a
sarcastic grin playing on her face as she reclined in her seat and closed her eyes.
“Then what’s wrong with you?” he asked.
She also wanted to know what was wrong with herself.
She felt drained and hollow, her spirit seemingly evaporating.
She felt Like a powered-down machine.
In days gone by, she could convince herself that Tyrone harbored some feelings for her in their three-year-long marriage.
However, now, whenever she saw Tyrone, Galilea’s words resonated in her mind.
She yearned to ask him why he married her if his heart belonged to Galilea, whom he seemed incapable of forgetting.

“What happened to your hand?” Tyrone abruptly noticed the reddened back of her hand.
“I burned myself accidentally.”
“Why didn’t you seek medical attention? Let’s drive to the hospital.”
Sabrina opened her eyes and gazed at him. It felt absurdly ironic to her. She withdrew her hand and replied, “There’s no need;
it’s just a minor burn.”
In the past, his concern would have touched her.
But now, it was almost laughable. He was undoubtedly a skilled actor.
He played the part of a caring husband, but in reality, he’d been deceiving her for the past three years.
“Sabrina, you can harbor resentment towards me. But you shouldn’t neglect your well-being.”