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Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter 553
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Chapter: 553

Her long eyelashes were visible even at such a close distance. As she blinked, her

eyelashes danced gracefully.

Her skin was as fair and smooth as ever.

But he had realized her true worth too late, and he had lost her.

Karen arrived later with a change of clothes.

Looking up at the darkening sky, Sabrina turned to Tyrone. “Since you don’t need my help,

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I’ll leave.”

Tyrone said nothing, only staring at the floor and pressing his Lips together.

“I’LL be moving out tomorrow,” she added.

“There’s no need. Our separation agreement still stands. You can keep the villa. I’ll

vacate,” Tyrone stated, his voice void of emotion.

Despite the aloof exterior, his heart crumbled within him.

“No. If you don’t want it, I’ll put it up for sale,” Sabrina responded with a firm shake of her

head.

When she signed their divorce papers, she desired the house.

It was the repository of their shared life over the past three years, every corner a reminder

of the times they had spent together. She had hoped to hold on to these memories and, at

the same time, prevent Galilea from ever claiming it.

However, her desire for the house had faded. The past was now a source of pain and

regret.

If she was to move on, she had to let go of these physical reminders.

Tyrone, hearing her resolve, felt a pang of disappointment, a chill enveloping him. His

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breath hitched.

She was even willing to sell their shared home.

Her eagerness to erase their past was palpable.

“I’m leaving now,” Sabrina declared, grabbed her bag, and left the room.

Tyrone lay back, his eyes shut tightly against the pain that gnawed at him.

She was gone.

He no longer had any valid reason to meet her.

If he didn’t plot something, their meetings would be few and far between.

Just like any regular divorced couple, they would have no further connection with each

other.

In his despair, he clenched his fists, the color draining from his knuckles.