Tyrone's expression froze. Clasping her hand tighter, he whispered, "I'm sorry..."

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

Sabrina lowered her gaze, continuing, "I asked you if you would still leave me if we were to have a child.

The shock was apparent on Tyrone's face, a wave of remorse washing over him.

He recalled how he had answered her back then. "There is no if. Even if you are pregnant now, I won't allow the child to come into this world."

He could only imagine the despair and hopelessness she must have felt then.

No wonder she kept it hidden from him until now.

Sabrina went on, "In fact, I'm grateful for hiding the pregnancy news.

Otherwise, I fear our baby might have been endangered yesterday."

She had concealed it from Tyrone, so Galilea and her mother were aware of it either.

Had Evie known about her pregnancy, she would have shown no mercy to the unborn child.

A pain pierced through Tyrone's heart, as if he had been physically stabbed.

"Sabrina, I swear, I won't repeat my mistake..."

"The divorce..."

“Sabrina, for our baby's sake, could you find it in you to give me another chance?"

Words failed Sabrina.

She knew it.

But could he discern if his feelings for her stemmed from love or responsibility?

Was it just a load of guilt he carried?

Without Love, how long could he persist?