She had never witnessed such tenderness from Tyrone during their three years of marriage.

She had often found solace in the thought that this was simply his nature.

But the fabrications she fed herself were so believable that she fell prey to them.

Now, she was witnessing his tenderness, but it was directed to another woman.

Her car was within their sight, but he didn't recognize it as hers, let alone notice her within.

"Mrs. Blakely, you've returned, What would you like for..."

The housekeeper halted mid-sentence, stunned by the tears on Sabrina's face. Sabrina rushed into the bedroom before the housekeeper could say another word.

Sabrina pressed herself against the closed door, her throat tightened with emotion,

The dam broke at the end of the day, tears blurring her vision and rolling down her cheeks after a long while.

Her heart throbbed painfully. It was sheer agony.

She was a child of divorce, and she keenly understood the challenges of growing up in a single-parent home. She didn't want that life for her own child.

She yearned for her baby to have a joyful upbringing.

But who could guide her in this predicament?

After a considerable amount of time, the housekeeper gently knocked on the bedroom door. "Mrs. Blakely, it's time for dinner."

After a while, she said "Okay" and went to the bathroom to wash her face.

Once outside, she remembered the message from Tyrone.

He mentioned bringing a present back from his business trip.

What could the gift be?

She found his luggage and opened it.

It was a record signed by her favorite singer.

It wasn't an item of gold or a piece of jewelry.

Sabrina clutched the record to her chest.

A glimmer of warmth spread within her.

At least he remembered her preferences and thought to bring her a gift.

She didn't fail as miserably, did she?