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Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter 58
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Chapter: 58

Why?

Since divorce was imminent, why did she harbor such hope for him?

Yet, he was the man she had adored for a decade and shared a bed for three years. How

could she accept the end so easily?

Perhaps it was only after Tyrone repeatedly let her down, extinguishing every trace of her

love for him, that she could finally let go.

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After some time, Sabrina got up to wash up.

Sunday was nearing its end, and Monday would dawn soon. A meeting was scheduled with

Tyrone to proceed with their divorce that day.

Once the divorce was final, they would cease to be part of each other’s lives.

Though they would still share a living space, their marital ties would be severed. ©

Regardless of how close he became to Galilea, she had no right to intervene. She could

only watch as the man she once called her husband became someone else’s.

Her future, it seemed, held more hardships.

Sabrina didn’t wish for such a life.

She walked to the balcony on crutches, settling into a rocking chair to soak up some sun.

A notification appeared on her phone screen.

Bradley had sent her a message.

“Weren’t you supposed to come over? It’s the weekend. Why haven’t you shown up yet?”

Only then did Sabrina recall the promise she’d made to Bradley.

“Apologies, I won’t be able to make it. Please convey my regrets to your parents. I’ll visit

them another day when time allows.”

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“What happened? Work-related issues? Haven’t seen you at the studio these past couple

of days.”

Sabrina replied, “It’s a long story. I haven’t been to the studio because last time I was

there, a frame fell on me. My ankle’s sprained and I’m recuperating at home.”

Following a brief silence, Bradley initiated a Facetime call.

Upon answering, Bradley’s face filled her screen, etched with worry.

“How are you holding up? Is it serious? Did you visit the hospital? What did the doctor

say?”

“No need to worry. I’ve been to the hospital. The doctor assured me it’s not too grave and

some rest at home should set me right,” Sabrina reassured him.

Then, she switched the camera to her injured ankle, noticeably swollen.