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.

Blakely, I’d like to propose a toast to you. Thank you for

his phone and raised his glass. “You’re

to Tyrone, followed by the

graciously accepted three more toasts before politely asking them

through the dinner, Tyrone’s phone rang. It was a

to the corridor

have a flat tire. I have called the repair shop and asked them to deal

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

“Very well, sir.”

recent chat history with

a new message from Sabrina, asking if he was still planning

text, Tyrone decided to