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.

expression, Tyrone reached for her hand, his grip warm and comforting. “Sabrina, you knew about the baby all along,

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 child on your

moment before replying, “I planned to tell you the

froze. Clasping her hand

had been anticipating his homecoming from his trip, eager to tell him about their baby. But instead, he returned with Galilea, asking

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

apparent on Tyrone’s face, a

“There is no if. Even if you are pregnant now, I won’t allow the child to come into

the despair and hopelessness she must have