Denzel’s POV
“I’m sorry, Denzel. I truly am,” Tyrell said, his voice breaking. “I feel like s**t. I never meant for it to go this far. One thing led to another, and before we knew it, we couldn’t stop.”
He dropped to his knees in front of me.
“Please. Let me make it right.”
“How?” I asked flatly.
“I won’t touch her again,” he said desperately.
I laughed a sharp, humorless sound.
“That doesn’t erase the fact that you’ve been sleeping with her for over a year, Tyrell.” I leaned back in my chair. “I won’t disgrace either of you publicly, not because you deserve mercy, but because of what we used to be. However, you are suspended. Once the divorce is finalized, I expect you to leave with your woman.”
I paused deliberately.
“And I believe the baby is yours. Congratulations.”
He stared
