Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Several winners had already arrived, engaged in casual conversations as they occupied their seats, filling the room with an air of anticipation.

Sabrina settled into her chair, retrieving her speech notes from her memo, readying herself for her upcoming address.

On her right, a young photographer shot a fleeting glance at Sabrina before returning to his conversation with those around him.

Seated beside the young photographer was a bespectacled man who leaned forward to discreetly observe Sabrina. He whispered, “Hey, is the person next to you the first prize winner? I only found out she’s the former wife of the CEO of the Blakely Group when I checked her Twitter that day.”

The young photographer cast another sidelong glance at Sabrina and replied, “Yes, I believe so.”

The bespectacled man curled his lips in disdain.

“I have a feeling that her award must have been secured with connections. What do you think? Well, that poor Addion. Her work is exceptional, and she’s managed to secure the top prize. However, she has to publicly apologize to that woman.”

can’t tell whether she earned the award with her connections. But that Addion? She isn’t as innocent as she appears. Addion was only an alias she used. She won second place with some excellent photos last time, and I happened to know the real photographer behind those photos. We both attended a photography event before. When he discovered his work was stolen, he tried to expose it in the media, but it was hushed up. I thought it was pointless to reveal the truth to the public. This time, Addion may have messed with

bespectacled man expressed his

photographer retorted, retrieving his phone and opening his Moments

ago. It’s a real shame. He was so disheartened last time because of the plagiarism that he didn’t participate

work. That being the case, Addion is no ordinary individual. Or how else could

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be disclosed to prevent her from plagiarizing other people’s work. But the sponsor disregarded it. The fact that they never uncovered

the front row suddenly stated,

leaned in, their curiosity piqued. In unison, they

a judge,” the middle-aged man

couldn’t defend himself, It also explained why the event organizers never

for the fact that the person she targeted