Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter: 119
“I’m neither resentful nor neglecting my health,” Sabrina responded, sinking back into her seat and closing her eyes again.
Tyrone, his expression serious, studied her indifferent facade and said, “Do you have to act like this?”
“What do you mean by that?” Sabrina cracked open one eye, arching an eyebrow as she looked at him. “I simply don’t require
your concern.
Isn’t that what you wanted? There’s no need for you to continue your charade of being a loving husband.”
Tyrone’s expression turned grave. “Sabrina, what are you insinuating?”
“What am I insinuating? Are you truly unaware? What have you done in the past? Do you want me to spell them out for you?”
“What have I done? Are you intending to blame me for something?”
“And what might that something be?” Sabrina’s lips curved into a smile.
“Do you recall when our wedding anniversary is?”
After a brief pause, Tyrone answered, “September 20th.”
“Why do you look so guilty?”
Tyrone fell silent.
“I see. So, it seems September 20th is also Galilea’s birthday. Your love for her runs so deep that you even use our anniversary
to remember her,” Sabrina said, her voice threaded with a painful realization.
As she spoke, she could feel a lump forming in her throat, a teary deluge threatening to break forth
With great effort, she suppressed her tears and asked, “Each July, you take at least a two-week business trip. What are you
really up to during those times?”
The car fell into a profound silence, with the driver too fearful to make a sound.
Noticing Tyrone’s continued silence, Sabrina scoffed, “Why don’t you explain yourself?”

He was at a loss for words, seeming to have lost even the will to fabricate a lie.
“Are you feeling guilty? Do you lack the courage to admit it?” Sabrina posed her questions, each word heavier than the one
before.
“Since you like her so much, why didn’t you wait for her instead? Why did you choose to marry me? I didn’t need to marry you.
Why put me through this?” Sabrina’s voice came as a mere whisper, her body trembling violently, and tears cascading down her
cheeks.
Since her father’s departure, she had refrained from shedding tears in the presence of others.
Being a self-deprecating and vulnerable person, she had constructed an impenetrable fortress around her emotions.
She was just an ordinary individual. Being adopted into the Blakely family was a stroke of luck, but ever since, she had lived a
life filled with caution, wariness, and constant observation.
The Blakely family looked down on her, with the sole exception of Tyrone’s grandparents who treated her with genuine kindness.
Sabrina occasionally wondered whether Tyrone, despite not being in love with her, felt any affection for her at all.