"Tt's me," Tyrone replied.

"Did you drink?" Sabrina asked.

"I drank a Little with my friend."

The muffled sound of water cascading down in the bathroom filled the room. Sabrina grimaced, her rest disturbed.

Someone slid into the bed.

A hand landed on her waist, its path trailing a prickly sensation on her skin.

"Uhm... Not tonight..." Eyes shut, Sabrina sleepily brushed his hand away.

Deep within, she feared causing harm to their unborn child.

His hand halted, settling on her back. "Go to sleep."

Sabrina's sleepiness seized her and tenderly whisked her away into a peaceful slumber.

When morning arrived and Sabrina opened her eyes, she discovered an empty space beside her in the bed. Only the faintly crumpled sheets remained as evidence of his return home last night.

A hint of annoyance crept in. Why had she given in to sleep so soon?

It didn't matter, though. She could still share the news with him later.

Once done with her morning hygiene routine, Sabrina navigated to the wardrobe, selecting a white suit for Tyrone. Considering the joyful news of her pregnancy, she opted for a red-striped tie, neatly placed on the bed.

Tyrone was back from his morning jog, lounging on the sofa in his pajamas. Noticing Sabrina descending the stairs, he dropped the papers in hand and suggested, "Time for breakfast."

After breakfast, Sabrina mustered up the courage, her voice filled with hope and happiness. "Tyrone, I've got news to share."

Surely, the announcement of a baby would bring joy, wouldn't it?

"I've got something to share as well," Tyrone confessed.

"Alright, you first." Her warm and sweet smile carried a subtle touch of bashfulness.

“Sabrina, let's divorce." Rising, Tyrone fetched the document from the sofa, extending it to her. "This is our divorce agreement. Take your time with it. Should there be any queries or requirements, let me know."

Sabrina's heart skipped a beat as she regarded Tyrone with a stunned expression.

Momentarily, her mind went blank, doubting her own ears.

Time seemed to stretch before she managed to stammer, "Divorce?"

He was suggesting a divorce?

What prompted him to consider divorce so abruptly?