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.

when Evelyn decided 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

off his phone and raised his glass. “You’re

followed the example and made a toast to Tyrone, followed by the rest of the

accepted three more toasts before politely asking them to

rang.

and walked to the corridor

shop and asked them to

“No, you can head back. I’1L ask my wife to

“Very well, sir.”

ending the call, Tyrone checked the recent chat

a new message from Sabrina, asking if he was still

replying through text, Tyrone decided to call