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Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter 535
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He might have scoffed at such a notion in the past.

But once he realized where his heart truly resided, he understood that he could never

move on.

Their marital life had been peaceful and harmonious. They had shared many intimate

moments in this vast bed, being the model couple in the servants’ eyes. But he hadn’t

treasured these moments.

His past was marked by too much pride.

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He knew she would never forgive him.

Once they returned from St. Carleigh Church, she would no longer be his wife.

They would have no ties.

After divorce, she’d probably be with Bradley, wouldn’t she?

At this thought, Tyrone was consumed by a jealousy so intense towards

Bradley that it threatened his sanity.

His gaze landed on her crimson lips. His pupils darkened, and without a moment’s

hesitation, he leaned in to kiss her.

Her lips, warm, pliant, and sweet, were as he remembered, ensnaring him in an addiction

from which he couldn’t break free.

This might be the final time.

Eyes shut, Tyrone lost himself in the tender kiss.

After what felt like an eternity, he pulled away, gazing at her serene sleeping face, and

gently planted a kiss on her forehead.

“Sabrina, I love you.”

His words fell on deaf ears.

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Quietly, Tyrone rose and slipped away.

Except for the lingering scent of alcohol and an empty cat food can, there was no

evidence of his visit.

The following morning, Sabrina and Tyrone headed for St. Carleigh Church with a somber

mood,

Their journey was a private affair, just the two of them in the car, with Tyrone driving and

Sabrina in the back seat.

Upon boarding, she discovered a box on the rear seat.

As she saw it, a single word filled her composed mind. It was an urn.

After a moment of silence, her lips quivering, she managed to ask, “Is this…