Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

As Bettie savored her cake, she stole a glance at Tyrone’s figure and blinked. “Sabrina, are you really not going back because of
Tyrone?”
Sabrina arched an eyebrow and affirmed, “Certainly not. There are other reasons. You’ll see.”
“Alright,” Bettie conceded with a hint of skepticism. Bettie gazed up at Sabrina’s countenance and compressed her lips.
“Sabrina... Allow me to pose a question...”
This inquiry had been festering within Bettie for quite some time, yet she had refrained from asking, taking into account Sabrina’s
emotional state.
‘lease, go ahead.”
“You... Did you hold deep affection for Tyrone?”
Bettie had recognized that when Sabrina had wed Tyrone, their union had already been on shaky ground. Nevertheless, after all
the time they had spent together, Bettie couldn’t shake the sense that Sabrina must have harbored some genuine feelings for
Tyrone. At least Sabrina liked Tyrone during their marriage.
Perhaps Sabrina had even loved him profoundly. Otherwise, following their divorce, Sabrina wouldn’t have been so utterly
despondent, even if a portion of her pain had been inflicted by the child...
Sabrina paused briefly, a wistful smile gracing her lips as she replied, “Yes.”
Wearing a knowing expression, Bettie ventured further, “Have you carried this affection for many years?”
To the best of her recollection, she had never observed Sabrina exhibit such feelings for anyone else. It was highly plausible that
Sabrina’s affection for Tyrone had predated their acquaintance.
“Yes,” Sabrina affirmed, nodding, a fork poised in her hand. She lowered her gaze and added, “It’s rather absurd, really. I fell in
love with him from the moment I set foot in the Blakely family.”
Bettie’s eyes widened in astonishment. She had never fathomed that Sabrina’s affection had spanned such a significant stretch
of time. A decade, to be exact...
“Do you still hold those feelings for him today?”

Sabrina maintained a contemplative silence. However, before she could respond, a disturbance erupted at the hall’s entrance.
Two police officers, escorted by security personnel, made their entrance to rendezvous with the party’s host, Denzel.
A hush fell over the crowd instantaneously. All eyes were fixed on the law enforcement officers, and murmurs of curiosity swept
through the assembled guests.
In the grand assembly, every individual present held prominence and wielded influence in Mathias. Many of them were embroiled
in nefarious dealings, raising the Likelihood of someone eventually being exposed. Those burdened by guilt found themselves
consumed by worry.
Observing this, Sabrina rose from her seat and cast a glance in Bettie’s direction. “A captivating spectacle is unfolding. Shall
we?”
Bettie, previously distracted by the police presence, approached Sabrina inquisitively. “Did you summon the authorities?”
“Yes.”