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.

reached for her hand, his grip warm and comforting. “Sabrina, you

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

planned to tell you the day after you returned from your trip,

her hand tighter, he whispered,

to tell him about their baby. But instead, he returned with Galilea, asking for a

if you would still leave me if we were to

was apparent on Tyrone’s face, a wave

back then. “There is no if. Even if you are pregnant

imagine the despair and hopelessness she