Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter: 572
Rumors circulated that Tyrone had married Sabrina and made their marriage public due to Cesar’s pressure.
Their divorce not long after Cesar’s death seemed to validate the rumor.
Galilea hadn’t made a public appearance in a while.
More rumors had it that Tyrone’s pursuit of Galilea had led him to divorce Sabrina.
Eddie, however, was privy to some insider information. He was aware that Sabrina had suffered a miscarriage before she filed
for divorce.
Despite his disapproval to Sabrina, he acknowledged that she had carried Tyrone’s child.
As he was about to express his sympathies, someone remarked, “Congratulations, Tyrone. It was about time for the divorce.
Sabrina doesn’t deserve you.”
A ripple of agreement swept through those ignorant of the circumstances, particularly the opportunists who had sought news of
Tyrone and viewed this gathering as a chance to gain his favor.
Eddie had anticipated fury from Tyrone, yet after a pause, Tyrone inquired surprisingly, “So who, in your opinion, is worthy of
me?”
Caught off guard by Tyrone’s direct engagement, the man was thrilled and hastily declared, “Galilea, without a doubt!”
Tyrone shot a sweeping glance at his male companions and whispered, “Do you all think so?”
There was a shared nod of agreement.
Tyrone, his countenance inscrutable, sat shrouded in shadow, swirling his glass in silence for a prolonged period.
Oblivious to Tyrone’s mood, the man proceeded, “So, when can we expect wedding bells for you and her?”
Bang!
A deafening noise punctuated the room as Tyrone violently overturned the table.

Shards of wine bottles scattered, their contents showering the vicinity.
He glared, his expression stormy, his brow furrowed. Without saying anything, he discarded his glass and strode off, leaving the
man dumbstruck, staring after his retreating figure until the door shut.
ALL the people around him turned pale, their voices muted.
The room fell into complete and eerie silence.
The onlookers traded terrified glances.
Even the men playing cards on the other side cast curious glances at them, hesitating to continue their game. They were
intrigued and clueless about what had unfolded.
“Go on.” Rolf shattered the silence, quickly trailing after Tyrone.
In another room, Rolf tried to calm Tyrone down. “Don’t lose your cool.