Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Recognizing the situation, Sabrina swiftly gripped his wrist and stopped him, her brows furrowing as she regarded him with
displeasure. Her face was tense, and her lips formed a stern line. “Tyrone, don’t overstep!”
Tyrone met her gaze, arching an eyebrow and delivering a resolute statement, “Overstepping? I’ve always been like this. Don’t
you know it?”
Sabrina found herself at a loss for words, silently condemning his audacity.
What a shameless man he was!
Their eyes locked in a hostile standoff, as if engaged in a silent battle.
Finally, after a few tense moments, Sabrina retreated. She cast her eyes downward, sinking into her chair, and retrieved her
phone to make the call to Trevor.
“Put it on speaker,” Tyrone reminded her, his tone insistent.
“Mind your own damn business!” Sabrina retorted with an eye roll, complying with his request.
As soon as the call connected, Trevor’s voice emanated from the other end of the line, “Sabrina?”
Inside the car, a heavy silence hung in the air, only to be broken by Trevor’s distinct and tentative voice.
Sabrina found herself momentarily at a loss for words.
“Trevor,” she finally responded.
Trevor seemed to sense the shift in her demeanor, and his voice trembled with uncertainty. “Sabrina, are you... Are you breaking
up with me?”
She took a deep breath and replied, “I’m sorry, Trevor. I believe it’s best for us to end our relationship.”
“Sabrina...”
Cutting him off gently but firmly, Sabrina continued, “You know, my previous marriage ended in divorce because my ex-husband
couldn’t let go of his ex-girlfriend. It had a profound impact on me. I thought for a long time and found I still couldn’t accept it.”
Tyrone stole a glance at Sabrina before lowering his eyes, a sense of regret washing over him.

He had come to realize his mistake, but the damage had already been done.
His sole desire now was to win Sabrina back and make amends.
On the other end of the line, Trevor’s voice quivered with sobs. “Sabrina, I’m so sorry... I truly am.”
“Trevor, it’s not your fault, really,” Sabrina reassured him, her voice filled with compassion. “Don’t blame yourself.”
Then, she shot Tyrone a stern look, her disapproval evident.