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Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter 855
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Chapter: 855

Tyrone’s gaze was fixed on the intertwined hands depicted on his screen, eyes gleaming

with an icy mix of resentment and anger.

The hand in the image, so delicate and pale, unmistakably belonged to a woman.

Having been Sabrina’s husband for three years, how could he misidentify her hand?

Sergio, being thoughtful, even forwarded Tyrone the subsequent comments and responses

from Trevor’s post.

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The comments filled with blessings and gratitude from Trevor left no room for doubt-it was

undoubtedly an official announcement.

Grasping his phone, Tyrone’s grip tightened, the veins on his hand becoming pronounced.

Behind his stoic facade, fury flared in his eyes.

It was as if an internal beast had awakened, roaring with a primal urge to confront Trevor.

Sabrina!

How could she!

Just a day ago, she’d assured him she wouldn’t distance herself intentionally, even

granting him a fair shot against Trevor.

That very day, she’d acknowledged his feelings for Galilea.

Yet tonight, she was with Trevor.

Had Trevor become so dear to her?

Where did he stand in her life?

Biting down hard, Tyrone struggled to keep the anguish and bitterness at bay as he

switched off his phone.

He sank into the couch, an arm draped over his eyes. Emotions he’d bottled up for so long

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threatened to burst forth. His anger felt strong enough to set the world alight, while his

grief seemed overwhelming enough to eclipse all joy.

In the dark depths of his heart, a sinister notion slowly pierced through the chilly and

damp ground, taking root and blooming.

If she chose to play such games, he would lock her up, and break her wings, ensuring she

remained dutifully at his side.

“Is everything alright, Uncle?” Jennie’s voice trembled with concern.

Her innocent voice was a beacon of light during a stormy moment, easing the tension in

Tyrone’s heart.

He lifted his arm, meeting Jennie’s eyes with his own. “It’s alright,

Jennie. I’m just worn out.”