Chapter 2 Let''s Divorce

"It''s me," Tyrone said.

"Have you been drinking?" Sabrina asked.

"Just had a few with a buddy."

The sound of water running in the bathroom echoed through the room.

Sabrina winced—her sleep interrupted.

Someone slipped into bed beside her.

A hand found her waist, fingers trailing across her skin with a rough touch.

"Mmm... not tonight." Eyes still closed, Sabrina sleepily pushed his hand away.

Deep down, she worried about hurting their baby.

His hand stopped, resting on her back instead. "Go to sleep."

Drowsiness pulled Sabrina under, carrying her off into peaceful dreams.

When morning came and Sabrina opened her eyes, she found empty space beside her. Only the rumpled sheets proved he''d come home at all.

A flicker of irritation stirred. Why had she fallen asleep so fast?

Oh well. She could tell him the news later.

After her morning routine, Sabrina went to the closet and picked out a white suit for Tyrone.

Thinking about her pregnancy news, she chose a red-striped tie and laid it neatly on the bed.

Tyrone was back from his morning run, sprawled on the couch in his pajamas.

When he saw Sabrina coming downstairs, he set aside his papers. "Ready for breakfast?"

After they ate, Sabrina worked up her nerve, voice bright with hope. "Tyrone, I have something to tell you."

The baby news would make him happy, right?

"I''ve got something to tell you too," Tyrone said.

"Okay, you go first." Her smile was warm and sweet, with just a hint of shyness.

"Sabrina, let''s get divorced." Standing up, Tyrone grabbed some papers from the couch and handed them to her. "Here''s the divorce agreement. Look it over. If you have any questions or want to change anything, just let me know."

Sabrina''s heart stopped as she stared at Tyrone in shock.

For a moment, her mind went completely blank. She couldn''t believe what she''d heard.

Time seemed frozen before she finally managed to whisper, "Divorce?"

He wanted a divorce?

Why would he suddenly want to divorce her?

She was totally blindsided.

"We were both set up that night. We got forced into marriage and never even made it public. Since there''s no love between us, we should just end it," Tyrone said matter-of-factly, like he was talking about doing laundry.

All the color drained from Sabrina''s face.

Her chest felt tight, making it hard to breathe.

This couldn''t be happening.

She''d loved him for nine years.

She''d joined the Blakely family and fallen for him when she was just sixteen.

They''d been married three years. Her love had only grown deeper.

She wanted this marriage—no one had forced her into anything.

But for him, apparently their marriage was far from perfect.

Fighting back the lump in her throat, she steadied her breathing. Looking directly at him, she tried to keep her voice from shaking. "Haven''t the last three years been good? Are you sure you want to divorce me?" The words tore at her heart.

"I''ve made up my mind."

"But your grandparents—"

"I''ll handle them."

"What if I''m—" She wanted to tell him about the pregnancy.

He cut her off impatiently. "Galilea''s back."

The words hit Sabrina like a knife to the chest.

She took the divorce papers in a daze and said, "Okay. I''ll look this over."

Forced marriage? No love? Those were just excuses.

That last sentence revealed the real reason.

Galilea Clifford had returned.