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

of 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

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

expression froze. Clasping her hand tighter, he whispered, “I’m

him about their baby. But instead, he

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

on Tyrone’s face, a wave of

if

imagine the despair and hopelessness she must have felt