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.

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

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

to tell you the day after you returned from

her hand tighter, he whispered,

him about

gaze, continuing, “I asked you if you would

Tyrone’s face, a wave of

if you

despair and hopelessness she must