Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter 863

Chapter: 863

Lowering her eyes, Sabrina tried her best to explain, but the tone sounded notably lacking

in confidence. “Not entirely… It’s just that…”

Yes, Tyrone was onto something, except she had feelings for Trevor.

“What are you trying to say?” Tyrone pressed, frustration evident in his voice.

Despite her guilt, Sabrina remained stubborn and fixed her gaze on Tyrone as she retorted,

“There’s nothing to it. You’re right. I simply liked him more. He confessed, and I accepted.

There’s no other explanation. Do I have to respect my ex-husband’s opinion when I go into

a relationship?”

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Tyrone’s expression grew even more heated, almost mocking in his anger.

As his anger bubbled up, it consumed him, leaving little room for rational thought. He

suddenly whisked away the quilt, revealing Sabrina’s body beneath it. With a sly grin, he

taunted, “How would Trevor react, do you think, if he saw a picture of you like this with

me?”

Frantically, Sabrina tried to shield herself with one hand and reclaim the quilt with the

other, but failed.

His words left her reeling. “How could you stoop so low, Tyrone?” she shot back, her voice

filled with disdain.

“Now that you’ve labeled me as shameless, it would be an injustice if I’m not accused of

this wrongdoing.”

Her shock was evident as his face drew closer to hers.

Without warning, he captured her lips, his kiss aggressive and demanding.

Sabrina’s attempts to free her hands were in vain as he easily captured them and

positioned them above her head. Meanwhile, his other hand gently explored her soft

chest.

“Hmm

As he deepened the kiss, Sabrina found herself gasping for air. The sensation, combined

with her already tumultuous emotions, left her feeling lightheaded.

Dizziness had already enveloped her, and now a mix of anger and anxiety flooded in. Her

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thoughts became a jumble, leaving her breathless and overwhelmed.

Seeing her weakened state, Tyrone eased up, pulling back to gauge her condition. Her

complexion was ghostly, her breath shallow, her eyes glazed-she was on the verge of

passing out.

Alarmed, he swiftly tilted her head, starting CPR to revive her.

Moments later, consciousness returned to Sabrina. Clutching her chest, she coughed

violently, gasping for air.

Tyrone gently wrapped her in the quilt, positioned a cushion for support, and whispered,

“Eat up, and make sure to take some cold medicine afterward.”

Sabrina’s response was a flat shake of her head, her gaze distant.

“Either release me or watch me starve to death.”

She was determined to resist him to the very end.