Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Jennie was lost. Why was there a woman in the guest room?
Jennie’s thoughts raced.
She recalled that last night, as she was making her way to the master bedroom, Tyrone stopped her and told her that he was too
tired to play with her. Certainly, he didn’t want her to know about the woman inside.
Jennie secretly analyzed. It couldn’t be Sabrina. Otherwise, Tyrone wouldn’t have reacted that way and Sabrina would’ve joined
in for playtime.
Karen said Tyrone slept in the guest room, but the woman was there too. Did they share the same room?
Jennie, young as she was, knew that only couples shared a room.
Had Tyrone ceased to love Sabrina anymore? Dismayed, Jennie shut the door, thinking of the master bedroom. Maybe Karen
was mistaken.
Perhaps Tyrone slept there last night.
Angela’s Library
As the master bedroom door creaked open, a scene of disarray met Jennie’s eyes. Clothes were strewn across the floor.
Jennie’s heart sank. She slumped onto the sofa.
The secretary’s delivery must have been for the woman in the room!
Jennie didn’t fancy any other woman being with Tyrone except for Sabrina.

“What’s the matter, Jennie?” Karen emerged from the kitchen with a plate of spring rolls.
Jennie pouted, tears welling.
Alarmed, Karen approached and asked, “Why the tears? Are you in pain?”
Jennie remained silent, tears cascading down her cheeks.
Karen started to feel more nervous.
The door swung open, and Tyrone entered, suitcase in tow.
“Jennie..
“Sir, come quick. Jennie’s in tears and won’t speak,” Karen hurriedly interjected.
Setting aside his suitcase, Tyrone hastened over, embracing Jennie.
Wiping away her tears, he softly asked, “What’s amiss, Jennie? Speak up if you’re distressed.”
Jennie squirmed.
“Don’t hug me. I despise you!”