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Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter 438
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Chapter: 438

Before she could respond, he rushed towards her, forcing her onto the couch, grasping her

hands. His eyes flamed red as he growled, “Do you love him that much? Do you?”

Sabrina wriggled to escape. “Tyrone, release me!”

Tyrone only tightened his grip, his other hand slipped under her clothes, coming into

contact with her abdomen and her soft skin.

Sabrina became rigid, ceasing her struggle.

Tyrone, clouded by anger, failed to notice Sabrina’s change. He asked in a hoarse voice, “If

we were to have a child, would you still seek a divorce?”

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The interview video surfaced, featured as the financial news network’s noon news,

simultaneously disseminated on the official site, Twitter, and YouTube.

On that Sunday, Sabrina chose tranquility, staying home for rest.

Aware of the cause behind Tyrone and Sabrina’s spat from the night before, Karen took it

upon herself to urge Sabrina to reveal her pregnancy to Tyrone.

Sabrina was unwavering in her refusal.

Last night, Tyrone’s hand brushed against her stomach and he asked, “If we were to have

a child, would you still seek a divorce?”

Meeting Tyrone’s gaze, Sabrina answered, “I once asked you the same question. Do you

remember your response?”

Back then, she had choked back her tears to pose the question. “If we had a child now,

would you still be pushing for divorce?”

His reply from then was still etched in her memory. “There is no if.

Even if you are pregnant now, I won’t allow the child to come into this world.”

Tyrone’s expression froze as he seemed to recall the past.

Choosing her words carefully, Sabrina asserted, “Even if I were to carry your child, I

wouldn’t bring it into this world.”

The words hung heavy in the air, rendering Tyrone breathless. He glared at Sabrina, his

facial muscles taut and teeth gritted as if he yearned to say something. Yet, he remained

silent. Rising to his feet, he stormed out, slamming the door behind him, and he hadn’t

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returned since.

Where he had gone didn’t concern Sabrina. She basked in the newfound peace.

Before lunch, Karen inquired tentatively, “Do you think Mr. Blakely will return for Lunch?

Would you Like me to call him?”

“No. He won’t starve.”

Karen, at a loss for words, could only send silent wishes for Tyrone’s well-being, unable to

help in any other way.

While Sabrina was lunching, a text message from Bettie caught her attention.

“Sabrina, check out the trending news! Tyrone’s interview.”

Opening the Twitter app, which she hadn’t used in a while, Sabrina was greeted by the

headline featuring Tyrone’s exclusive interview.