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.

Bradley’s lips as he pushed the door open

hearing the door, Sabrina, assuming it was Tyrone, kept

her, taking a seat on the bed’s edge.

slowly fluttered open at the sound of his voice. “Bradley? Why

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

like eating.” Sabrina shook

loss of your baby. But consider this from the perspective of a friend who cares. Perhaps

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,

stared blankly at

was a possibility, but what

to Live seemed to