Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

“I understand. I was just venting,” Sabrina replied, her head hung low.
“But why do you think I’d leave because of Larry when I established the foundation? Now that you firmly believe he’s not the
mastermind, you should gather the evidence. Is it because you think Larry can’t overturn the verdict at all?”
Tyrone admitted, “No, it’s simply my fear of you leaving.”
“Yet just a few days ago, you implored me to have faith in you and grant you time. I have promised you, but it seems you don’t
trust me...”
Sabrina pinched her thigh to stifle her tears.
“You don’t care about me at all. You only care about yourself.”
Tyrone grew anxious.
“I’m sorry, Sabrina. Please don’t cry. I didn’t mean it that way. I just...”
He embraced Sabrina tightly and declared, “I can’t bear the thought of living without you. I promise I’ll never doubt you again.”
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“Only the naive would buy into your words.” Sabrina shot him a frigid glare and continued, “You promised not to hound me, and
yet, here you are.”
Sabrina had already discerned that Tyrone was spouting nonsense occasionally, making it impossible to take his words seriously.
Tyrone flashed an awkward smile, his head tilting to gently kiss her cheek.
“Love makes shamelessness bearable.”
“I can’t believe how shameless you are!” Sabrina couldn’t help but roll her eyes.
As he gazed at Sabrina, Tyrone found her incredibly alluring. He planted another kiss on her cheek and whispered, “How about
joining me upstairs tonight?”
Sabrina met his gaze but replied, “I’m utterly spent. I’m going home to rest.”

Pushing Tyrone away, she swung open the door.
Tyrone took a step forward, attempting to follow her.
Bang! The door slammed shut, leaving Tyrone standing there, bemused.
He touched his nose and called through the door, “Get some well-deserved rest, Sabrina. I’m heading upstairs.”
When Sabrina locked eyes with Bettie after closing the door behind her, her guilt led her to quickly look away, steering the
conversation in a different direction.
“Bettie, you’re still up.”
Bettie had been perched on the couch, on the verge of disposing of some trash when she heard the commotion outside the door.
She peeked at the electronic screen, spotting the two figures locked in an embrace. She quickly retreated.
Looking at Sabrina, who was fraught with guilt, Bettie remarked, “I’ll be heading to bed shortly. By the way, how’s your foundation
coming along? Have you found some free time recently?”