Scars Of A Broken Bond
Chatper 1402

Chatper 1402

She was desperate to leave here, to erase Tyrone entirely from her life.

Sabrina trod forward absentmindedly, hailing a taxi.

“Miss, are you alright? Where are you going?”

When the driver noticed that Sabrina was sobbing quietly and remained silent, he gave her a pitying

glance and called her again, “Miss?”

“The riverside, please,” Sabrina murmured.

Surprised, the driver advised, “Miss, you’ve probably heard and know this.

Hardships do come. You just need to stay positive. And look at you, you’re way too young…”

“I’m not contemplating self-harm. Just seeking a moment of respite.”

“Okay… Well… I’m sorry, miss… The riverside, of course.”

Sabrina sat on the steps beside the fence, her gaze fixed on the sparkling river. Her mind drifted while

tears streamed down her face, uncontrolled.

The blow from Tyrone was unexpected and devastating, leaving her heart in pieces.

Sabrina had never imagined things would turn out this way. It was laughable, really. His kindness had

been nothing but the effort he made for a bet.

Tyrone had never cared for her. Not when she first arrived at the Blakely family’s villa, not when they

married. Why did she think he would care for her now? It was all her delusion. She had longed for his

affection which was never meant to be hers. She flattered herself. How could Tyrone ever care for her?

She remembered Tyrone’s scrutinizing gaze when she first entered the Blakely family’s villa as the

adopted daughter. His indifferent response to her greeting and the cake he gave her out of pity… He

had always looked down on her. He would never love her. Now, she finally understood this.

The love she had romanticized was like a bubble in the sun. As soon as she touched it, it burst,

scattering and disappearing with the wind.

Sabrina remained by the river bank all morning.

Her tears had dried up. Her heart was numb with pain.

But a call from her assistant reminded her that she had to return to the set for the afternoon shoot.

She had only this morning to be sad.

Life marched on relentlessly. She could survive without Tyrone.

In her heart, she whispered a defiant truth. Even if Tyrone didn’t love her, so be it. She wouldn’t let

despair consume her.

Her life still held promise and purpose.

With a deep breath, Sabrina quelled the bitterness within and returned to the set.

Her eyes, red and swollen, caught the attention of the makeup artist. The artist’s concern was palpable.

She quickly fetched an ice bag and pressed it against Sabrina’s eyes.