Scars Of A Broken Bond
Chapter 543

Enraged and frantic, Sabrina prepared to bite him, only for Tyrone to cease his actions abruptly. His head burrowed into the crook of her neck, his heated breath fanning her skin as he whispered, "Sabrina, what can I do to convince you not to divorce me? I'll do anything!"

"Unless you can resurrect our child. For the sake of our baby, I'd remain married to you. But you and I both know that's impossible," Sabrina replied after a moment of silence, her eyes fixed on the ceiling.

The mention of their baby brought disappointment to Tyrone's face.

He remained silent, laying atop her and regulating his breathing as though he was fast asleep.

How he wished he were truly intoxicated, never to regain consciousness, so they wouldn't have to separate.

With some effort, Tyrone rose from the bed.

As he adjusted his clothes, his hand brushed against a pack of cigarettes and a lighter in his pocket. He pulled out a cigarette without thinking, opened the window, and began to smoke.

A chilly breeze stirred, the spark at the end of his cigarette flickering while smoke cloaked him.

Tyrone had never understood why some people found solace in smoking until now.

After finishing his cigarette, he remained by the window, letting the icy wind disperse the remnants of the smoke. Only then did he leave the room.

Downstairs, Sabrina was waiting for him.

It was as if she knew he would soon join her.

Their gazes met briefly before both looked away.

She knew he wasn't ready to let go, and he knew that she was resolute in leaving him.

Their previous exchange seemed almost imaginary, leading Sabrina to question its reality.

Pushing him off, Sabrina straightened her attire, got up, and headed towards the door.

Before she left, she cast a final glance at Tyrone and declared, "Since you're already awake, let's head to the court. No use delaying it any longer."

The door swung open and then shut.

Tyrone's eyes blinked open, a bitter smile playing on his lips. He'd failed to keep her.

She had seen through his act, knowing he was not drunk. But she kept silent, not wanting to add insult to injury.

The charade had to end.