Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Galilea clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her flesh. She was filled with anger and frustration, boiling inside her.
Why?
Why was she banned from continuing her acting career and had to resort to pleasing a wretched old man just to get a chance to
appear on a variety show? Sabrina, however, seemed to have a magical hold over Tyrone, effortlessly winning his affection even
when she was unfaithful.
It wasn’t fair. Galilea couldn’t accept it.
On their way back home, Sabrina remained distant from Tyrone.
When the car pulled up at the apartment, Sabrina stepped out with Jennie.
She gave Tyrone a cold, indifferent glance and said, “We’re home. You can leave now.”
Tyrone quickly caught her hand. He gazed at her with a pained expression.
“Sabrina, I didn’t lie to you. I had my reasons why I...”
“What reasons?” Sabrina asked, turning her head to face him.
Tyrone’s lips tightened, and he averted his gaze. “I can’t tell you right now.”
“Tell me what’s going on, and then I’ll believe you.”
Sabrina’s words hung in the air, a final chance for Tyrone to come clean.
However, Tyrone remained silent. He couldn’t tell her. It would devastate her. Sabrina’s voice was patient but firm as she asked
again, “I’m willing to give you a chance to explain. But if you don’t say anything, I’ll have no choice but to assume that you’re still
lying to me and that your heart still belongs to Galilea.”
His silence confirmed Sabrina’s lingering suspicion—-that Tyrone was still in love with Galilea.
If that were true, she might never be with Tyrone again.
With an aching heart filled with regret, Tyrone closed his eyes and clenched his fists, trying to hold back the flood of emotions
that threatened to overwhelm him.

Tyrone’s silence only added to Sabrina’s frustration. After waiting for a while, she finally lost her patience. She looked at Jennie
and said, “Let’s go, Jennie.”
New Year’s Eve was only two days away. Sabrina had scheduled her photography class for the night before, with the second
class set for the following week.
At 7:00 p.m., Sabrina sat in front of the computer on time, Launched the software, and entered the live room.
There was someone already in the live room. It was an assistant who was adjusting the equipment.
Glancing at the Facebook group, Sabrina noticed a bustling chat with many students eagerly awaiting the start of the class.