Scars Of A Broken Bond

Instead, she made her way to the bathroom.

When she emerged, the file had vanished.

The following morning, Sabrina hobbled downstairs for breakfast.

During their meal, she posed a question to Tyrone. "Shall we proceed with the divorce today?"

Tyrone glanced at her, then at her injured ankle. "Are you sure you can manage, given your condition?"

"Yes, I have a crutch." Sabrina indicated the crutch by the table. "I'll manage."

Tyrone shook his head. "I've a business trip scheduled for today. We'll have to delay this till I return."

Puzzled, Sabrina furrowed her brows. "A business trip? What's the purpose?"

"It pertains to your department. Would you like to accompany me?" Tyrone's gaze was steady.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

Shaking her head, Sabrina replied, "No."

"Then, wait for my return."

A whirlwind of emotions raged within Sabrina. It seemed like a loving conversation between husband and wife. Yet, the reality was their marriage was on the brink of collapse.

Following Tyrone's departure, Sabrina remained at home for an additional two days.

In her idle moments, she indulged in browsing news feeds, thanks to big data algorithms that catered to her interests.

One day, a headline caught her eye. "Galilea Clifford, Future Mrs. Blakely, Takes Part in a Photo-shoot."

Assuming it to be clickbait at first, Sabrina clicked the link only to find it surprisingly substantial.

The article featured several images of Galilea.

But these weren't ordinary shots; they were captured at MQ Clothing's commercial shoot.

Judging by the precise angle and clarity of the pictures, Sabrina deduced they were taken by someone from within the company.

The real surprise, however, was Galilea's peculiar makeup.