Scars Of A Broken Bond

Before she could respond, he rushed towards her, forcing her onto the couch, grasping her hands. His eyes flamed red as he growled, “Do you love him that much? Do you?”

Sabrina wriggled to escape. “Tyrone, release me!”

Tyrone only tightened his grip, his other hand slipped under her clothes, coming into contact with her abdomen and her soft skin.

Sabrina became rigid, ceasing her struggle.

Tyrone, clouded by anger, failed to notice Sabrina’s change. He asked in a hoarse voice, “If we were to have a child, would you still seek a divorce?”

The interview video surfaced, featured as the financial news network’s noon news, simultaneously disseminated on the official site, Twitter, and YouTube.

On that Sunday, Sabrina chose tranquility, staying home for rest.

before, Karen took it upon

was unwavering in

Tyrone’s hand brushed against her stomach and he asked, “If we were to have a child, would you

asked you the same question. Do you remember your

back her tears to pose the question. “If we had a

reply from then was still etched

you are pregnant now, I won’t allow the child to come into

froze as he seemed to recall

were to

rendering Tyrone breathless. He glared at Sabrina, his facial muscles taut and teeth gritted as if he yearned to say something. Yet, he remained silent. Rising to his feet, he