All Chapters of Let’s Divorce My husband : Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

Nicholas's POV I sat back down, staring at the still-lit screen. The highlighted numbers and names now felt like pieces of a puzzle slowly coming together, forming the picture I had tried to deny all along. Andrian was not just a disappointed business associate. He was a threat. An enemy who had slipped in while I was wounded and distracted.A wave of anxiety enveloped me. Every message I received, every report that came in, revealed how deeply the web he had woven was aimed at bringing me down. He not only wanted to ruin the business but also destroy everything I had built, including my family.I struggled to remember every meeting, every discussion that seemed ordinary. But now, all of it felt like a trap meticulously prepared. I looked at the family photo on my desk—Charlie and my wife, my sources of strength. They were the reason I had to fight, no matter how difficult it became.“No, Andrian. I won’t let you take everything,” I whispered, determined.I began to formulate a plan.

Nicholas's POV We didn’t talk much as I changed clothes and sat at the dining table. Sabrina served dinner with her usual calm movements, but I knew she was watching me more than usual. Occasionally, I caught her gaze lingering on my face, as if searching for a crack to ask, What’s wrong?But she didn’t ask. And I didn’t explain.Because if I started talking now, I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop. And I wasn’t ready to bring that storm into this house. Not tonight.After dinner, I took my plate to the sink and walked to the living room. Charlie was already sitting cross-legged with a sheet full of doodles. On it was a drawing of a rectangular fort that looked like a pile of large boxes.“This is the door, this is the secret room, and this is the cannon room to shoot at the enemies,” he said, pointing to parts of the drawing.I chuckled. “Wow, this fort looks serious. Who are the enemies?”Charlie raised an eyebrow. “Anyone w

Nicholas's POV “I’ll drive at the speed of a model father,” I replied, returning her wave. The car slowly rolled out of the garage, and in the rearview mirror, I saw Sabrina still standing on the porch, watching us leave. Her face was calm, but I knew there were many things she wanted to ask.As the car entered the main road, Charlie began sharing his plans for school.“Daddy, today I’m going to present my fort drawing!” he exclaimed excitedly.“Oh, that’s cool! What do you want to say about the fort?” I asked while adjusting the mirror.“Hmm, I’ll say it’s the place where the hero protects the village from monsters!” he replied confidently.“Great! Who’s that hero?” I asked, intrigued by his imagination.“My hero! And I can be a hero at school too!” he answered, bouncing in the back seat.We laughed. “So, who’s your friend who likes to eat other people’s lunches?” I asked, wanting to know more.

Hazel's POVI stared at the small robot on my desk. It sat still, with a pink indicator light occasionally blinking, indicating it was in "sleep" mode, ready to be activated at any time. I bought it a few days ago, right after learning that Charlie liked robot toys. I imagined him chuckling as he watched it walk or say funny phrases, picturing his small hands pressing its buttons, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.Every time I looked at the robot, my heart fluttered. This was not just a toy; it was a symbol of my hope to reconnect with Charlie. I wanted to create little moments we could share, even though everything felt complicated right now.I felt trapped between guilt and hope. Remembering the times when Charlie was scared of me added to my distress. Yet, I knew I had to try. This robot could be a bridge. A way to show him that I wanted to be involved in his life, that I was trying to be a better mother.I moved my hand to turn on the robot s

Hazel's POVCharlie rested his face on my shoulder, and for a moment, the world felt like it belonged to just the two of us again. No court. No boundaries. No Sabrina.I lifted his chin a little, looking into his round, clear eyes. “You’re feeling better, right?”He nodded. “Yes. My teacher said I can play again, as long as I don’t run.”I smiled and took something out of my small bag. “Then it’s time to celebrate.”From the bag, I pulled out a small blue robot, a smart toy that could talk and dance when clapped. Charlie’s eyes widened in amazement.“This is for me?”I nodded. “A welcoming robot for the little hero who has recovered.”Charlie clapped his hands gently, and the robot’s lights flickered on, its small voice saying, “Welcome back, Commander Charlie!”Charlie’s laughter erupted, clear and full of life. I couldn’t remember the last time I heard him laugh like that.But that happiness laste