Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

The manager bid them farewell at the door. “Goodbye.”

They returned to their vehicle.

The car zoomed down the road.

“Why did you suddenly decide to buy rings?” Sabrina glanced at Tyrone and posed her question.

“Nothing. I was just thinking that we’ve been married for three years, but we don’t even have couple rings.” Tyrone took her hand, interlacing their fingers. Under the dim car light, he confessed, “Sabrina, I’m aware that I’ve failed in my duties as a husband these past three years. You’ve been incredibly patient. I’ll do my best to make it up to you and compensate for the time lost.”

She had agreed to give him another chance, but he could sense she was still cautious.

seemed to exist

had been strained and piecing it

couldn’t trust him as implicitly as

small smile at him before her gaze wandered to the window, focusing on

Street shops on both ends of

sentiments, as well as his desire to

to discern if Tyrone’s kindness stemmed from love or

presence was akin to a ticking bomb for

their lives could never regain tranquility with

decided to

into the club’s underground garage and stepped out of the car one after the other, making their way

lit, filled with the lively chatter