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Sabrina's POV

"Are you sure, ma'am?"

I nodded. "I won't regret my decision," I said seriously.

I sat on the back porch of my house with an old man with white hair who put down a file.

"Okay, I hope you're okay."

I gave a slow nod. The man in the gray tuxedo then stood up from his seat and said goodbye.

This is what has been going on for the past few years. It hasn’t been easy, and every step has been hard. But I know that this is the right decision for me.

After that man left, I stared out into the quiet backyard. The sound of birds chirping and the gentle breeze seemed to remind me that life goes on. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing thoughts.

This divorce wasn’t just about ending a relationship; it was about finding myself again. I felt like I had lost myself in that marriage, and now it was time to rediscover who I really was.

I grabbed a piece of paper and started writing—writing about the hopes and dreams I wanted to achieve after all of this. I wanted to gain freedom, pursue my passions that had been neglected, and build a new, better life.

Every word I wrote seemed to give me new strength. I knew this journey wouldn’t be easy, but I was ready to face the challenges that lay ahead. With determination, I closed my notebook and smiled. This was a new beginning, and I was going to live every second of it with courage.

While I was still sitting on the terrace chair, I stared at a document that I was rubbing with my thin fingers.

I closed my eyes, feeling the cool morning breeze that brushed my pale face. I didn't want to consider my decision anymore, thinking that maybe my life wouldn't be long either.

"Excuse me, Madam, Mr. Nicholas has gone home. He just arrived," said a servant standing beside me.

There was no answer from me.

After the commotion a few days ago, Nicholas rarely came home. Even Hazel was now free to come and go in this house. Charlie also seemed to be getting close to Hazel.

That made me feel hopeless and want to give up.

Slowly, I stood up from my seat while tightening the yellow floral scarf that covered both of my shoulders.

"Where is my husband now?" I asked the servant.

"He's in his workroom, Madam."

"Thank you, Miss."

I stepped into the side hallway of Nicholas's magnificent house. My fingers tightly gripped a document that I was carrying.

With a pale face and without any expression, I knocked on the door and entered the room as soon as I was invited.

"Nicholas, can you spare a moment?"

Just as I took a step closer, Nicholas said, "I'm busy, Sabrina."

"Just a moment, Nicholas...."

A disgusted click of the tongue was heard from my husband. However, his fingers were still dancing on his laptop keyboard.

"Talk about it later. Don't bother me," Nicholas said in a flat tone. "Go and wait for me outside for ten minutes," he frankly chased me away.

Hearing that, I really couldn't stand it anymore!

I looked at the file I had brought and placed it carefully on the marble table right next to Nicholas's hand.

His gray irises glanced at the document I had placed. Suddenly, Nicholas looked up with a cold expression of disbelief.

"Divorce documents?!"

For a few seconds, I stared at Nicholas sadly. "My husband... let's end this marriage!"

Hearing what I said, Nicholas's jaw tightened, his face clearly painted with anger.

He stood up quickly and stared at me sharply with an unacceptable gaze.

"What do you mean by this divorce letter, Sabrina?!" Nicholas asked, lifting the file.

I smiled thinly. "Our marriage is not the marriage you wanted from the start. Charlie's mother... the woman you love is back. Isn't this what you've been waiting for?” he said, while looking into Nicholas's pair of eyes that were staring at him sharply, "No matter when, I will never be in your heart, right?"

"What are you talking about, Sabrina?!" Nicholas hissed. His fingers squeezed the file in his hand.

"I... I can't stand this marriage anymore," I said in a trembling voice. "After we divorce, I will return to New York, return to my homeland, and live with my parents there. I won't bother you anymore. So you can live happily with Hazel and Charlie... without me."

I lowered my head. With trembling hands and a pair of teary eyes, I took off my wedding ring and put it on the table.

"I'm sorry if I've taken up a lot of your precious time. But now you're free; this nuisance is no longer in your life."

Nicholas's jawline tightened even more, both hands clenched until the files in his hands were tangled.

"Stupid woman!" Nicholas was furious, banging his desk hard.

My eyes widened as Nicholas furiously tore the divorce papers in his hands and threw them into small pieces floating in the air.

"You think you can break up with me just like that?!" Nicholas hissed, then laughed out loud.

My body jerked as Nicholas's two large palms quickly grabbed my shoulders tightly with an unacceptable look.

"Ni-Nicholas..."

Nicholas's lips thinned in anger, his grip getting tighter until it felt painful. Those eyes sharply pierced my heart.

"Listen, Sabrina... There will never be a divorce between us! Even if you cry and beg, it will never happen!”