All Chapters of Let’s Divorce My husband : Chapter 251 - Chapter 259

Hazel's POV Andrian looked at me, his eyes showing firmness. “Sometimes, we have to make tough decisions. This isn’t just about us, it’s about survival.”I felt tears welling in my eyes. “But what’s the price we have to pay? I can’t sacrifice others just to get what I want.”Andrian gave a thin smile. “Congratulations, Hazel. Now your path to getting Charlie is wide open. Sabrina won’t be able to keep custody with all of this happening to her.”SLAP! My hand flew to his cheek before I could think twice. The sound of the slap echoed in my room. Andrian fell silent. I trembled, unsure how I could have done that. But one thing was certain, I couldn’t let him speak any further. “You’re really evil…” my voice trembled with anger and shock. “This—this isn’t a solution, Andrian. This is a disaster. This… is the destruction of someone’s life!” He didn’t respond. His gaze was cold, perhaps even a little mocking. I glared at him before turning

Hazel's POVI held Charlie tightly as we left the hospital. My steps were slow, careful not to wake the child who was still leaning on my shoulder, his eyes half-closed from exhaustion and overwhelming emotions. The night air felt humid and cold, but somehow, Charlie’s small embrace warmed my heart.Each step felt heavy, reflecting the burden in my mind. Nicholas was in a coma, and everything at stake—I couldn’t stop thinking about how his fate would affect us all.“Mommy Hazel?” Charlie’s soft voice broke the silence. “Will Daddy be okay?”My heart felt squeezed. “I hope so, sweetie. We all hope so,” I replied, trying to sound optimistic.He nodded slowly, but his face showed doubt. “We can take him home, right? So he’s not alone?”Tears almost fell down my cheeks. “We will do our best, Charlie. We’re always here for him.”As we continued our journey, my thoughts returned to Andrian and everything he had said.

Hazel's POV The morning sunlight filtered through the window curtains and touched my cheek. I slowly woke up, my body still stiff from sleeping on the carpeted floor all night. As my vision began to focus, I looked down and found Charlie still asleep in my lap, his little face looking peaceful, his breathing steady.Suddenly, I felt calm… and guilty. Last night, I almost lost control. I wanted to force my presence in Charlie’s life, to prove that I could be a part of his family. But it seemed that a little child didn’t need proof. What he needed was warmth, attention… and people who made him feel safe.My hand moved slowly to stroke his hair. “I’m sorry, sweetheart… Mommy Hazel is still learning,” I whispered softly.I sat there for quite a while, watching him. A part of me wanted to hold him in this embrace forever. But I also knew this wasn’t the complete home he remembered. There was no warm bed he used to share with both his parent

Sabrina’s POV I walked alongside the stretcher carrying Nicholas, my feelings a mix of relief, emotion, and gratitude. It felt as if the heavy burden that had weighed down my chest was slowly being lifted.Each step felt lighter, and I couldn't help but smile. Seeing him receive the care he needed, I felt hope beginning to grow in my heart. “We will get through this together,” I whispered, even though he couldn't hear me.In the regular ward, Nicholas still looked weak, but his awareness was clearly returning. He looked at me with slightly brightened eyes and tried to smile, though it was very small and faint. Every second we spent together felt incredibly precious.“Am I in the hospital?” he asked in a hoarse voice.I nodded, holding back tears. “You had an accident. But now you’re safe.” Hearing his voice, though weak, gave me new hope.He looked deeply into my eyes, as if trying to understand everything that had happened

Sabrina’s POV That night the hospital room felt different. It was no longer silent and frightening like the previous nights when I could only sit and stare at Nicholas, unconscious, with the fear of losing him. Now, Charlie's small laughter filled the room, and Nicholas's smile, though weak, began to return to his face.Charlie sat beside me, cheerful and full of energy despite the situation. He held his father's hand, as if wanting to convey all the love and longing that had been pent up. “Daddy, I missed you!” he exclaimed, his face shining with happiness.Nicholas looked at our child with eyes that were starting to come alive again. “I missed you too, sweetheart,” he replied, his voice still hoarse, but there was warmth in it. Seeing that interaction filled my heart with gratitude and hope.The atmosphere in the room now felt warm, filled with laughter and love. Charlie began to tell stories about everything that had happened while Nicholas wa