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Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

With a puzzled expression, Tyrone asked, “What did you two talk about?”
“Nothing much. I was trying to apologize to her. I feel sorry for the news. I’d even help her clear her name if she wished. I never
expected her to react so violently.”
Tyrone’s eyes darkened, and he felt uneasy.
Sabrina knew it.
She was aware of the incident from the other day.
He realized he couldn’t keep it from her forever. If not for the accident, she would have found out sooner. He didn’t erase the

chats and call logs she had replied to.
He was prepared for Sabrina discovering the truth.
Yet when she actually did, he felt an inexplicable irritation.
Observing Tyrone’s reaction, Galilea inquired, “Tyrone, did I mess up? I’Ul apologize to Sabrina.”
“There’s no need for that.” Tyrone looked at her. “You don’t need to bother about it. I’ll handle it. Let’s get you home. Grandpa is
upset about today’s events. You have work soon, and I might not be able to visit you for a few days.”
In a daze, Sabrina exited the hospital, drifting aimlessly along the streets.
Lost and disoriented, she had no destination in mind.
Although the sun was blazing overhead, she felt an icy chill seeping into her soul.
Taking out her mobile device, she logged into her second, more private, Twitter account, seeking the sordid details of that day.
Anticipating the onslaught of harsh comments, she delved into them anyway, enduring them as a form of self-punishment. She
read each demeaning word with grim determination.
She thoroughly checked all the websites and comment sections of relevant news, and eventually grasped the underlying cause
of the issue.
In the end, she browsed through the dwindling posts under the hashtag #TyroneAndGalilea#.

Since Tyrone’s unfaithfulness had been revealed, fewer posts filled this space, yet some loyalists staunchly defended the couple.
Even Sabrina had to admit that the photographs of Tyrone and Galilea exuded a picture-perfect quality.
The wealthy man coupled with the stunning actress. It seemed an ideal pairing.
In their narrative, Sabrina didn’t exist. She was just an incidental character, mistakenly thrust into a scene she didn’t belong.
Closing her eyes, Sabrina composed a post. “Sabrina is not the intruder; Galilea is.”
Her message evaporated seconds later.
It was deleted.

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