All Chapters of Let’s Divorce My husband : Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

Sabrina’s POV The bell rang. The children started running into their classes, and one of the teachers greeted us at the gate. Charlie turned around twice before finally going inside. I waved and gave him my best smile that I could muster today. After Charlie disappeared behind the classroom door, I stood for a while in front of the gate, looking at the school that was now bustling with morning activity. My heart was still uneasy. The relief that Nicholas was awake didn’t completely erase the tension that lingered.I stared at my phone screen, momentarily tempted to call the hospital, but I held back. I knew Nicholas needed rest, and I would return there soon. All I could do now was stay strong for Charlie, for our little family that was almost broken.As I stepped into the car and was about to start the engine, my phone vibrated. I looked at the screen, and the name displayed was Hazel. My heart suddenly skipped a beat, for some reason, I felt like somet

Sabrina’s POV Nicholas still held my hand tightly, as if to ensure that I remained strong in facing all of this. His face still looked tired, but his gaze was so resolute, as if to affirm that he would not let this ruin our small family."I will contact our lawyer right away," he said firmly. His voice sounded more resolute than before. "We can't wait. If Hazel has already submitted the letter to the court, it means she's serious, and we need to be prepared."I nodded slowly, though my heart still felt heavy. Even the thought of Charlie being far away from me made it hard to breathe.Nicholas stared at my face for a long time, then furrowed his brow as if realizing something. "This morning... you only had bread for breakfast, right?"I shrugged and gave a faint smile, trying to hide my fatigue. "I wasn't really that hungry earlier."He shook his head gently, his eyes looking at me with concern. "Sweetheart, you can't keep doing

Sabrina’s POV I opened the ward door slowly, letting the light from the hallway sneak into the quiet room. Inside, Nicholas was still lying weakly, but now his eyes were open, gazing towards the window that allowed soft sunlight to enter. His breaths sounded more regular, though he still appeared weak after the accident and surgery he had undergone.“Sorry to take so long,” I said as I approached, bringing a plastic bag from the cafeteria filled with bread and warm milk.Nicholas turned slowly and gave a faint smile. “You don’t have to keep me company all the time.”I sat in the chair beside his bed. “I know. But I want to,” I replied, trying to sound lighthearted even though my mind was still stuck at the café where Hazel had given me the custody lawsuit earlier that morning.Nicholas’s expression sharpened instantly. “You look gloomy. What’s wrong?”I tried to smile, though my lips felt stiff. “It’s nothing. Just… earlier at t

Sabrina’s POV Nicholas laughed even harder, and I felt sincere happiness flowing between us. Even though our situation was tough, these small moments made everything feel lighter.“I love you like this,” he said, his smile wide. “We need more laughter in our lives.”“Yes,” I replied, nodding in agreement. “We will keep finding ways to create moments like this, no matter how hard things get.”I gently dried Nicholas’s hair, running my fingers through it to avoid tangles. His face looked much fresher now, and I could see a healthy glow returning to his cheeks.I never expected that simply washing his hair could create such laughter and warmth. Maybe it was because we were both tired of struggling in silence and finally had a moment to breathe.Nicholas smiled, his eyes sparkling. “You really have a talent for making me feel better.”“It’s just a small step,” I replied, feeling warm inside. “But I’m glad I could make you feel c

Hazel’s POV I chased after him but said nothing. Our breaths sounded heavy as we rode the elevator up. The atmosphere felt cold and stiff. When we reached the door to our unit, I opened it, and Charlie went straight inside. He took off his shoes, threw his bag onto the sofa, and quickly walked toward his room.“Charlie, wait!” I called, trying to catch up to him. However, he had already slammed the door to his room shut.My chest felt tight again. I stood in front of the door, hesitant to knock. What should I say? Words seemed no longer enough to reach his hurt heart.I turned and walked into the living room, trying to calm myself. I saw his bag lying on the sofa, and I was reminded of the times when he was little, when he would always run to me after a long day, full of laughter and stories. Now, everything felt so distant.After a few minutes, I decided to make something warm for both of us. Maybe a cup of hot chocolate could lighten the mo