Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter 776

Chapter: 776

With a casual wave, Sabrina spun around, making her way into the residential complex.

The chill of January nipped at her cheeks, tinting them rosy. She hugged herself and

briskly made her way towards her apartment building.

But then she stopped.

Tyrone, looking somewhat disheveled, leaned against the elevator’s wall, a cigarette

dangling from his fingers. He took a drag, releasing a cloud of smoke in a perfect ring.

The sound of her approach caught his attention, and as he met her gaze, his eyes seemed

even darker than the night.

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“What are you doing here?” Sabrina voiced her surprise.

“What do you think?” Tyrone asked.

“Me? I really don’t know. You invited me to the event, I came along.

Can’t know why you’d track me down, seeming displeased,” Sabrina retorted, her

eyebrows arching in question.

His laugh, more of a scoff, held an edge of irritation. “You think attending with me was all

there was to it?”

Shrugging her shoulders lightly, Sabrina asked, “Did I do something wrong?”

“You spent the evening laughing with other men, then left with one without even a

courtesy goodbye. You don’t see an issue with that?” His words, while quiet, had an

undertone of suppressed anger.

Upon hearing Tyrone’s accusation, Sabrina grinned mockingly, as if finding it amusing. “Is

that what’s got you so mad?”

His temper flaring, he shot back, “Don’t I have a reason to be upset?”

Sabrina’s smile faded, replaced by a cold gaze fixed on Tyrone. “Can you recall what

happened at the charity dinner the last time?”

He tensed up, his confident posture wavering slightly.

His heart felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over it, extinguishing the

flames of anger and replacing them with a chilly dampness.

Witnessing his silence, Sabrina took a step closer, enunciating every word. “At that event,

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you talking and laughing with Galilea, completely engrossed in each other’s company. You

both Looked perfect, yet you didn’t think twice before leaving without me. How can you

judge me now?”

Tyrone seemed to shrink, his face ashen. He seemed so lost in thought that he didn’t even

notice his cigarette burning close to his fingers.

“What? Lost your words, have you? Whatever you dish out, expect in return,” Sabrina

remarked with a smirk, then firmly pressed the elevator’s button.

The elevator chimed, its doors sliding open.

Just as Sabrina stepped to get in, Tyrone’s arms encircled her from behind, pulling her

close. He whispered, “I’m truly sorry, Sabrina.”