Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

She liked Bradley. Would his presence cheer her up?

The phone Line held a moment of static-filled silence before Bradley’s voice, edged with reproach, broke through. “Tyrone Blakely! Did your actions lead to her losing the child? Why couldn’t you have simply released her?” @

His tone grew sharp. “Which hospital is she in? Which ward?”

Tyrone provided the information.

“I’LL be there immediately.” With those words, the call ended.

Half an hour later, Bradley stood in the ward, his gaze landing on the visibly worn Tyrone.

He didn’t attribute Tyrone’s haggard appearance to Sabrina. Instead, he believed it was because of his grandpa, who had recently passed away.

passed Bradley’s lips as he

the door, Sabrina, assuming it was Tyrone, kept her eyes

her, taking a seat on the bed’s edge. “Sabrina, it’s

at the sound of his voice. “Bradley?

here for you.” His gaze drifted to the untouched breakfast. “Have you eaten? Do you

like eating.” Sabrina shook

baby. But consider this from the perspective of a friend who cares. Perhaps it’s for the best that the baby is no

but if the child lived, you’d be forever Linked to Tyrone. You married him because of his grandfather’s kindness, but now both the old man and the baby are gone. You’re free to divorce Tyrone and begin anew. Tyrone, a ruthless capitalist, isn’t worthy of

blankly at the

possibility, but what would she do

will to Live seemed to