Normally, Tyrone would be home much later.

"Worried about me?" He sat on the edge of the bed with a smile.

Sabrina didn't respond.

"I'm no Longer the CEO of Blakely Group."

“Aren't you disappointed?"

"No," said Tyrone, shaking his head. "But I am worried about one thing."

“What's that?" Sabrina asked, confused.

"Now that I'm not the CEO of Blakely Group anymore, will you still want me?"

Tyrone fixed his gaze on Sabrina.

His appearance was a pitiful one, aggrieved even, reminiscent of a neglected dog.

Sabrina found her heart wavering, nearly ensnared by his expression.

After all, he was the one who initiated the idea of divorce.

He didn't harbor any love for her.

His heart was reserved for Galilea.

The last thing she wanted was to involve him because of the child they had on the way.

She let her gaze drop, speaking softly. "Whether you're the CEO of Blakely Group or not, it's irrelevant."

"ALL I have now is you, and our child." Suddenly, Tyrone reached out to her, pressing his forehead to her belly, displaying an uncommonly tender expression.

This was a scenario she had yearned for time and time again. In days past, she would have gone to any lengths for such a moment.

But now, she felt indifferent.

Tyrone wouldn't reciprocate her feelings and she was done playing the fool.