Scars Of A Broken Bond

“Why are you so certain the baby is yours?” she asked softly.

“If not mine, then whose?” Tyrone answered confidently, not a trace of doubt in his voice.

He knew Sabrina would never betray him.

Their baby could only be his.

She smiled wryly at his confidence. “You’re sure. What if you’re wrong?

What if I’ve been asking for a divorce because the baby isn’t yours?”

“You said this to make me divorce you. I’m not falling for that.”

Sabrina found herself speechless.

hand, his grip warm and comforting. “Sabrina,

stomachaches and I had the medication you were taking examined. They were for protecting the baby. Why didn’t you tell me you’re pregnant? Would you have kept it from me until our divorce was final? Were you planning to raise our

tell you the day after you returned

hand tighter, he whispered,

him about their baby. But instead, he returned with Galilea,

lowered her gaze, continuing, “I asked you if you would still leave me if

Tyrone’s face, a

had answered her back then. “There is no if. Even if you are pregnant now, I won’t

only imagine the despair and hopelessness she must have