Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

“Just get to the point,” Sabrina replied coolly.
She used to extend courtesy to Kira, but given the circumstances, her patience had worn thin. Had it not been for Kira’s familial
ties to Wanda, Sabrina might have ignored Kira’s call altogether.
Kira let out a disdainful snort.
“Well, I’ll be frank. Stay far away from Tyrone from now on. I’ve got my eye on you. You’ve been trying to lure him into your web.
Like mother, like daughter, huh?” Kira spat, her words dripping with venom.
Sabrina clenched her teeth, her voice edged with irritation.
“What exactly are you insinuating?”
So, Kira had been aware of Rita’s existence for quite some time. Did the fact that she was Rita’s daughter warrant Kira’s dislike
all along?
“What am I saying?” Kira sneered, clearly enjoying her role as the antagonist in this drama.
“You must be aware that Rita is Blayze’s stepmother. She’s just an ordinary woman with no connections. How on earth could she
be involved with Blayze’s father, if not for her seductive charms and bedroom skills?”
Sabrina’s patience waned, her temples throbbing with frustration.
It was disconcertingly easy to let her mind wander and draw connections between Rita and Blayze’s father.
However, the comment that stung the most was Kira’s attempt to Liken her to Rita.
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With a trace of sarcasm, Sabrina retorted, “Even if I had some knack for ensnaring men, it takes two to tango, doesn’t it? And
your deep-seated hatred for Rita is evident. Do you harbor feelings for Horace but can’t win his heart?”
“Shut your mouth! You’re just a disgrace!” Kira snapped, her anger palpable.
“Wow! Upset by my words, are you?” Sabrina scoffed.

Kira’s initial ire was quickly replaced by a more sinister calmness as she retorted, “Sabrina, if you have any self-respect left,
you’d best consider leaving Tyrone!”
“You and your father had a good relationship,” Kira continued, her voice laced with a modicum of reason.
“Tyrone is always good to Larry. He had been working on reversing Larry’s conviction. Doesn’t any of this matter to you?”
In response, Sabrina chose silence, abruptly ending the call and placing her phone nonchalantly on the table.
With a sigh, she reclined on the sofa, her hand rising to pinch the bridge of her nose.
Sabrina’s mind wandered, and she found herself reminiscing about the thoughts she’d harbored when her divorce was fresh.
She’d planned to leave this place once her father’s legal troubles were resolved, to immigrate and start anew in a different city.
Now, her father’s case had reached the investigation phase, leaving her with little to do but await the trial, a process she couldn’t
influence.
The question loomed large. Should she still go through with her plan to leave?
Sabrina pursed her Lips, lost in contemplation.