Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Such a heartless capitalist! Sabrina was utterly disgusted by Tyrone’s lack of moral values and his self-serving behavior.
She couldn’t help but feel that if it weren’t for Tyrone’s interference, Trevor wouldn’t be burdened with this overwhelming guilt.
Sabrina feared that Trevor’s guilt and stress might be too much for him to bear, potentially hindering his ability to move on. Yet,
she couldn’t bring herself to disclose the truth to him.
A few days had passed since the incident, and Tyrone had already concluded the matter to his advantage.
Trevor, being a young man, chose not to make a scene. He lacked concrete evidence and feared retaliation from Tyrone, which
could result in losses.
Sabrina carried the heavy weight of guilt. She hurt and lied to Trevor who loved her with all his heart, and even blamed him this
way. Sabrina found herself so awful.
Tyrone, feeling the tension in the air, shifted uncomfortably and averted his gaze.
Trevor didn’t press Sabrina further. Instead, he shouldered the blame himself.
After spending a considerable time consoling Trevor, Sabrina finally ended the call once he had regained some composure.
She locked her phone and stared at Tyrone with a cold, accusing gaze. “Are you content now?”
“Yes,” Tyrone replied tersely.
He started the car, the engine purring to life.
“I’ve followed your instructions. I trust you’ll honor your promise and respect my perspective,” Sabrina emphasized, her tone
tinged with a hint of caution.
Tyrone kept his focus on the road ahead, driving carefully.
However, the concept of respecting her opinions remained vague.
It all depended on the nature of her opinions.
As they returned to the villa, they were greeted by Larry’s and Leroy’s families.

By tradition, the entire family would gather together for the New Year’s Eve dinner tonight.
But this time, there was a noticeable absence, a void left by someone who was no longer part of the equation.
The thought of the absent person weighed on Sabrina’s heart, casting a shadow of melancholy.
In the living room, Wanda sat beside Lena and Claire, engaged in lively conversation. Larry occupied the opposite end of the
sofa, engrossed in a discussion with Sergio.
Meanwhile, Jennie and Frankie shared a chat at the dining room table.