Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter: 44
Tyrone looked up.
Their gazes locked in a silent exchange.
Raising his glass, Tyrone poured wine, sliding it to Sabrina. “Sabrina, for my sake, raise a toast to your future sister-in-law.”
The term “sister-in-law” struck a harsh chord.
Was he really asking his wife to toast Galilea in front of their friends? ©
Did he even regard her as his wife?
Or was she just a plaything for him?
A wave of cold washed over Sabrina, her body rigid, teeth chattering.
Adjusting his tie, Tyrone casually added, “What? You don’t want to? Or do you not accept her as your future sister-in-law?”
Hearing his nonchalant words, Sabrina’s heart ached, the pretense of her smile failing.
Tyrone was really good at hurting her
He always knew how to stab her in the most painful spot.
“Is it really just about toasting Galilea? That’s not a big deal, right?”
“Galilea is so gracious. Sabrina, you’re coming off as rude.”
Suppressing her emotions, Sabrina pressed her lips into a line and took the glass from the table. Raising it to Galilea, she
downed the contents in one gulp.
Without uttering a word, she set the glass down, pivoted, and walked out of the room.
“She didn’t even address Galilea.” Eddie shook his head, a wry smile playing on his Lips.
“Does she believe she’s actually a part of the Blakely family? How audacious to disrespect Tyrone’s girlfriend!”

“The Blakely family were generous enough to accommodate her into their group. Galilea is the future Mrs. Blakely, and Sabrina
dares to slight her? Tyrone, are you going to let this slide?”
“Ahem.” Rolf cleared his throat, shooting a look at Tyrone’s grim face.
“Enough chatter.”
Seeing Tyrone’s displeasure, everyone presumed it was Sabrina’s doing, and decided to drop the topic.
However, there was one person who appeared enthusiastic about seeking favor with Tyrone and Galilea. “Tyrone, you can’t
indulge Sabrina like this. Look, she takes neither you nor Galilea seriously, thinking she has your grandfather’s backing. If you
don’t put her in her place, she might one day even claim the shares under your grandfather’s name.”
“Oh? And how would you suggest I do that?” Tyrone asked nonchalantly, swirling his glass, his expression somber.