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.

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

phone and raised his glass.

to Tyrone, followed by the rest of

graciously accepted three more toasts before politely asking them to refrain from

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

excused himself and walked to

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

head back.

“Very well, sir.”

call, Tyrone checked the recent chat history with Sabrina on his

new message from Sabrina, asking if he was still planning

replying through text, Tyrone decided