Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Tyrone reached for his phone and unlocked the screen. As he began to respond to the message, Evelyn couldn’t help but notice the contact name-Sabrina.

She couldn’t see the content of the message, but witnessing Tyrone’s softened expression as he replied made her feel a pang of jealousy.

Another message arrived, making Tyrone smile and continue typing.

Most of the time, he would make phone calls or send e-mails. It was rare for him to send messages.

As Evelyn continued observing Tyrone’s actions, thoughts of his interactions with Sabrina resurfaced, intensifying her feelings of envy. Unconsciously, she tightened her grip around her fork.

Tyrone’s phone screen lit up again, signaling another incoming message.

to speak up. “Mr. Blakely, I’d like to propose a toast to you. Thank you for your care and support throughout the years. I am committed to making valuable contributions to Blakely Group

off his phone and raised his glass.

the example and made a toast to Tyrone, followed by the rest of the employees in the department. Each expressed their

politely asking them to refrain from further

Tyrone’s phone rang.

himself and walked to

have called the repair shop and asked them to deal with it. Shall I get

head back. I’1L ask my wife to pick me up

“Very well, sir.”

the recent chat history with

message from Sabrina, asking if he was still planning to

text, Tyrone decided