Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Galilea smiled. “Tyrone, you’ve returned. You’ve been away quite some time.”
Tyrone responded indifferently, “I went out for a walk. Any Lingering discomfort?”
“It’s painful. I need you by my side. Your presence soothes me.”
If he didn’t know the truth, he would have wholeheartedly supported her.
But now that he knew she was pretending, he found her to be hypocritical.

She needed to polish her performance skills.
Tyrone asked calmly, “Where exactly does it hurt?”
“Back, waist, legs, shins,” she enumerated.
“Your back? Was that also burned? Julia, however, mentioned your abdomen was the affected area.”
Caught off-guard, Galilea scrambled for a response. “My stomach was also burned and hurts.”
“Is that so?”
Tyrone’s gaze bore into her.
His penetrating stare, impossible to overlook, felt like it could unravel all deceptions.
“Yes.”
Her eyes evaded his, but she managed a firm nod.
“Oh, I just remembered Julia said your arms, not your abdomen, were burned. Are your arms also aching?”
After a short pause, Galilea’s face revealed her realization. He knew the truth.
“You’re aware, aren’t you, Tyrone? I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have Lied.”
Tears pooled in her eyes. “I am to blame. I apologize. I was terrified.

Terrified you’d fall for Sabrina and cast me aside. Your solitary message yesterday made me think you wouldn’t visit. That’s why I
concocted this plot. My yearning for you was unbearable. I...I Love you dearly, Tyrone. I can’t survive without you.”
Tyrone observed her with icy detachment.
It was hard to discern if her tears were genuine or another performance.
The last time she did something wrong, she also said that it was because she loved him deeply.
He had his fill of such justifications. They bored him.