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Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter 126
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Chapter: 126

Sliding into the driver’s seat, Sabrina buckled up and suggested, “You can rest if you’d

like.”

“Alright,” Tyrone agreed, reclining against the seat and shutting his eyes.

With Tyrone settled, Sabrina ignited the engine and drove to their villa.

After stopping the car, she stole a glance at Tyrone through the rearview mirror but

received no response.

Flicking on the lights, she turned to look at him.

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Tyrone was nestled into the chair, his closed eyes and even breathing signaling his

descent into slumber.

His face, lit by the faint light, seemed chiseled. Long lashes cast soft shadows under his

eyes.

A slight frown marred his sleeping visage.

Resigned to the situation, Sabrina knew she couldn’t move him on her own.

She had to wake Tyrone up.

Releasing her seat belt, Sabrina exited the car and opened the rear door. Leaning in, she

gently nudged his shoulder. “Wake up, Tyrone. It’s time to rise.”

Tyrone’s eyes fluttered open. His words were cold as ice. “We’re home. Time for bed.”

Nodding, Tyrone rubbed his eyes.

They ascended the stairs one after the other.

Seeing that he had sobered up considerably, Sabrina decided to leave him be. She headed

into her room, about to shut the door, when she noticed Tyrone following her. He slipped

past her and went straight to the bed. Dropping onto it, he closed his eyes and slipped

back into sleep.

Sabrina could only shake her head in disbelief.

Taking off his shoes and socks, she covered him loosely with a blanket.

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As she leaned closer, the alcohol fumes hit her, making her recoil. She intended to seek

refuge in a guest room when Tyrone’s hand closed around her wrist, his eyes still shut,

murmuring something.

Sabrina attempted to pull free, but to no avail. She moved closer, trying to decipher his

mumbled words.

“Babe…”

Sabrina blanched at the term of endearment.

Tyrone had been her husband for three years, yet he’d never used that particular term of

endearment for her, preferring to call her Sabrina.

She was not the wife he wanted. And Galilea was.

Sabrina felt like a fool. In the depths of night, she rose from their shared bed and took

Tyrone back to their home, only for him to call Galilea babe in his slumber.