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.

her hand, his grip warm and comforting. “Sabrina, you knew about the baby all

for protecting the baby. Why didn’t you tell me you’re pregnant?

tell you the day after you returned from your

froze. Clasping her hand tighter, he whispered,

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

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

was apparent on Tyrone’s face, a wave of

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

despair and hopelessness she