Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter: 525
There was no opportunity to use that promise now.
Her words felt like shards of glass piercing through Tyrone’s heart, forcing him to face his actions.
She had been meticulously planning for her future and the child’s, while he was preoccupied with defending and protecting
Galilea, oblivious to her turmoil.
Before Tyrone could react, Sabrina continued, “Do you have any idea what Galilea’s fans accused me of when I was tagged as
the other woman?
Someone spitefully wished that I would never have a child of my own...
Their wish came true!
I was to blame. I was too greedy. You chose to abandon me just to be with her when she was in distress. I was mugged, nearly
losing my baby.
God gave me a sign then, suggesting that I should have left you. But I didn’t. This is all on me!” @
Sabrina’s Laughter was tinged with tears, her demeanor unsettling.
Tyrone gazed at her, his heart shattering.
It transpired that she had been attacked on the day he had left her alone, but she had never brought it up.
He couldn’t begin to fathom how she had weathered this storm alone...
ALL this suffering had been imposed on her because of him.
If he hadn’t listened to Evelyn and allowed his relationship with
Galilea to be exposed and sensationalized by the media, Sabrina wouldn’t have borne the brunt of public outrage.
He might have tried to keep the news under wraps, but the slanderous allegations persisted.
If he hadn’t wavered and catered to Galilea, Sabrina wouldn’t have had to endure so much pain.

Rolf was spot on. His debt to Galilea should never have been imposed on Sabrina.
Sabrina owed her nothing.
She was an innocent bystander.
She was the one who had suffered the most at his hands.
“Whenever I shut my eyes, I can see a baby crying out to me, asking why I failed to protect him. I’m a horrendous mother; I
caused my baby’s death.” Sabrina’s words were interspersed with sobs, her vision blurred by tears.
“Sabrina, this is all my doing. It’s all my fault!” Tyrone’s heart clenched in agony as he listened to her, he struggled to draw
breath.
He tenderly brushed away her tears and murmured, “I once heard someone say that if we prayed for our baby in church, he
would lead a blessed existence in his next life. That’s the least we can do for him now.”