Semua Bab Let’s Divorce My husband : Bab 21 - Bab 30

Nicholas's POV We continued with small talk, but the image of Sabrina's absence still haunted my mind. I promised to live every moment of this as best as I could, for Charlie, even though everything felt different.I felt a little relieved to see her trying to accept my answer. We continued our journey in a fairly calm atmosphere. In my heart, I hoped that this dinner could provide some relief, not only for Charlie, but also for me and Hazel. Although I knew our relationship with Sabrina was far from perfect, I hoped that with time, everything could be fixed.I felt as if time was passing more slowly as we sat in the restaurant. What should have been a relaxing dinner felt so heavy, with tension that I couldn't deny. Hazel sat next to me, Charlie beside her, and I at the end of the table, trying to calm my mind. But everything changed when Charlie started talking in an unpleasant tone. "Dad," he said softly, looking at me with a serious face, "why di

Sabrina's POVWhen Nicholas finished speaking, the atmosphere felt even more tense. I stood there, still hugging Charlie who seemed very happy to hug me back. However, Nicholas' words just now surprised me. He... defended me?My head was spinning, trying to process everything. Nicholas, who was usually full of coldness and sarcasm, was suddenly standing beside me as if I was something very precious. Gratitude and confusion mixed in my chest. Charlie, in my arms, seemed oblivious to the tension that filled the air around us."I can't believe you would say that," I whispered softly, though only to myself. Maybe this was all just an illusion. Maybe Nicholas was just pretending to distract from the real problem. However, his steady gaze showed no signs of being insincere. He really did it for me.Our surroundings began to feel darker. Whispered voices began to break the silence, flowing like the wind carrying bad news.My little heart tremble

Sabrina's POV After we were tired of playing, we sat on one of the park benches eating ice cream. Charlie chewed on the strawberry ice cream in his hand enthusiastically, while I sat next to him, occasionally taking a bite of my own chocolate ice cream. The cold air from the ice cream was refreshing, even though the atmosphere between Nicholas and I was far from relaxed. Nicholas sat across from us, eating his vanilla ice cream quietly, although I could see his eyes glancing at me every now and then. I tried to avoid eye contact, focusing on Charlie who was telling me about his school. "Mom, I drew a family picture at school!" he said cheerfully. "There's me, Mom, Dad... but I forgot to draw Mom Hazel," he said innocently. I was silent for a moment, trying to cover up the stinging feeling that suddenly crept into my chest. I just smiled thinly. "You must have drawn a really good picture. When it’s finished, Mommy wants to see it, okay?” Charlie nodded enthusiastically, then t

Sabrina's POV Slowly, I put the photo back in its place. My body was getting weaker, and finally, I let my eyes close again. I don't know what will happen tomorrow, but tonight, I can only survive by embracing my longing for Charlie, hoping that I am strong enough to keep fighting. In the silence of the night that permeated, the image of Charlie continued to haunt my mind. He had always been the light of my life, and without him, the darkness felt even thicker. With every passing second, the feeling of loss was like a cut in my heart. I remembered his cheerful laughter, the times we played in the park, and how he could always make me smile, even on the hardest days. Now, all that was left was a suffocating memory. These hands that were once filled with warmth now felt cold and empty. I gripped the blanket tightly, trying to find comfort in this pain. "Charlie, I promise I will keep fighting," I said to myself. "I will use every precious second you

Nicholas's POV The words were like lightning striking my chest. Cancer? Leukemia? Aggressive phase? I felt the whole world stop for a moment, trying to process what the doctor had just said.“Cancer?” I mumbled almost inaudibly. “She never… she never told me.”The doctor nodded slowly. “That happens often. Many patients choose to keep their condition a secret, even from those closest to them.” He continued in a more assertive tone. “Sabrina has also missed her last two chemotherapy appointments, which should be crucial to her condition. Skipping such treatments could speed up the progression of the disease.”I closed my eyes, trying to calm the turmoil that was roiling inside me. “Will she be okay now?” I asked, almost pleading.“We’ve given her initial treatment to control the infection and stabilize her condition. But this is not a long-term solution. Sabrina must continue her chemotherapy, and it must be done immediately. If she