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

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?

silent for a moment before replying, “I planned to tell you the day after you returned from your trip, but you asked for a

Clasping her hand tighter,

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

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

apparent on Tyrone’s face, a wave of remorse washing over

he had answered her back then. “There is no if. Even if you are pregnant now,

despair and hopelessness she