The words struck Benedict like a thunderclap, making him silent for a moment. She spoke in a voice trembling with anger and pain as she continued speaking with her arms folded tightly across her chest, as if trying to protect herself from the burden of confession.
"Our baby died long ago," she said, her tone icy but laced with pain.
Benedict's eyes opened wide as if all the air had been sucked from the room. His chest tightened. "What are you saying, Sabrina?" he managed to choke out.
Her voice grew cold as she remembered the painful memory. "The moment I left that house and saw you with her-having s*x in our bedroom-something inside me broke. I was pregnant, Benedict, but you didn't even notice. I was carrying your child, and that night... I lost everything."
Benedict took a step back
