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Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter 452
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Chapter: 452

Their marriage, seemingly glamorous on the surface, was nothing more than a bitter

experience cloaked in false hope.

From the very beginning, she was nothing more than Tyrone’s plan B, a pawn sacrificed for

Galilea.

Yet, she was blindsided by the allure of the chocolate’s exquisite packaging.

Now, however, she realized her preference for the sweet, uncomplicated candies of her

childhood, inexpensive yet genuinely satisfying.

Tyrone, on the other hand, offered her a beautifully wrapped confectionery, a bitter

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chocolate masquerading as a sweet treat.

“ALL I need is another chance,” Tyrone implored, his typical cold, arrogant demeanor

replaced with humble pleading. “Sabrina, let me make up for you, okay?”

Silently, Sabrina wriggled free of his grasp, making her way upstairs without looking back.

The sweet fruit candy was eventually forsaken.

Tyrone felt a void in his embrace as he watched her walk away, Leaving his heart

shattered.

Upon entering the room and seeing only Tyrone, Rolf surmised something was wrong.

He shut the door, and his gaze fell upon an empty bottle sitting on the table. “Have you

had a quarrel with Sabrina?”

In response, Tyrone maintained his silence, refilling his glass and drank it up in one gulp.

As he reached to refill his drink, Rolf swiftly removed the bottle.

Only then did Tyrone acknowledge Rolf’s presence. He extended his hand, his voice firm.

“Hand me the wine.”

“Did you summon me here merely to watch you drown your sorrows? I have no interest in

such a spectacle. If you wish to continue this, I’d rather take my leave.”

Tyrone’s demeanor shifted abruptly; the strength drained from his body and his arm fell to

his side. He slumped weakly against the back of the sofa.

His eyes were downcast, the shadows beneath his lashes betraying his recent fatigue.

“Sabrina wants a divorce,” Tyrone finally confessed in a hushed tone.

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Upon hearing this, Rolf placed the bottle on the table and took a seat opposite Tyrone. His

expression bore no shock. “I anticipated this.”

Tyrone’s head snapped up in surprise.

“Remember when you asked Eddie to apologize to Sabrina. You were earnest in your

request, as was Eddie. Yet, Sabrina remained unaffected.”

Tyrone’s expression flickered with confusion. He shut his eyes, attempting to remember

her expression at that moment.

However, it slipped from his memory.

“Isn’t it you who always claimed Sabrina to be sensitive? She’s sensitive, which means she

would…”