All Novel Sweet
Chapter 9
Chapter 9
Chapter: 9
Tyrone, in the white suit she had selected for him that morning, Looked dashing.
Next to him stood a woman, donning a mask and a cap. She clasped his arm affectionately, engaged in conversation with him. Tyrone tilted his head slightly, attentively listening to her words, his expression gentle and serene.
The woman playfully jostled his arm as they walked.
Tyrone nodded with a gentle smile, seemingly saying “Alright.”
Indeed, his first love had returned, The red tie he donned made Sabrina’s heart ache.
She had picked it out in celebration of their baby on the way.
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Sabrina was choked with emotion, tears welled up in her eyes, a novel kind of sadness enveloping her heart. @ Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.
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.”