Semua Bab Let’s Divorce My husband : Bab 311 - Bab 320

Sabrina’s POV I hurriedly fixed my hair in front of the living room mirror, occasionally glancing at the wall clock. It was almost time to pick up Charlie from school. I let out a deep sigh, trying to calm the anxiety that had been lingering since morning. Maybe it was because I hadn’t slept well last night. Or maybe, for some reason, the air today just felt heavy.I opened my bag, making sure I had everything—water bottle, wet wipes, even Charlie’s favorite small toy that sometimes cheered him up when he wasn’t in a good mood. A small smile formed on my lips as I pictured his face, and as always, there was a sense of relief imagining holding him in my arms again today.But just as I reached for the car keys on the table, my phone chimed. A notification. A message from Nicholas.I frowned.[I’ve spoken to the lawyer. We need to talk tonight, just the two of us.]My heart began to race. My hand instinctively gripped the phone tighter,

Sabrina’s POV So finally, I just typed. [Alright. I’ll go to sleep. Take care, and don’t worry about us.]My fingers hesitated before pressing send, but then I did. I put the phone on the nightstand and stared up at the dark ceiling.But it wasn’t that easy to push everything out of my mind. His words from earlier still echoed. Not just about custody.Those words pierced my heart with all the possibilities I didn’t want to think about. Not because I was afraid. Not because I didn’t trust Nicholas. But because I knew—something was shifting.Nicholas... he’d always been there for me.Always the shoulder I leaned on, the hand that held mine when I was close to giving up.He wasn’t just my partner. He was a father figure to Charlie.The one Charlie ran to when he fell off his bike or wanted to show off his newest drawing from school.But now... that short message felt like the beginning of a wall, quietly

Sabrina’s POV My steps were a little hesitant as I entered the restaurant Nicholas had mentioned in his text message earlier this morning. The place was quiet, with sunlight streaming through the large glass windows on one side, casting soft shadows between the wooden tables and cream-colored cushioned chairs. I quickly smoothed my hair before my eyes caught sight of Nicholas, already seated in the corner of the room, at a table near the window. He looked calm, wearing a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his face turned toward the window, staring out at something I couldn’t see.I took a deep breath before walking toward him.“Sorry I’m late,” I said softly, bowing my head slightly as I took the seat across from him. “You must be busy. I should’ve come earlier.”Nicholas turned to me and gave a warm smile, one that eased my burden just a little.“It’s okay, Sabrina. I came early on purpose. Wanted some time to think before we talk,”

Sabrina’s POV Nicholas studied me for a moment, then nodded.“I think I have to. If she’s hiding something… I want to hear it from her. I want to know why.”My heart sank at his words. I shouldn’t be surprised, but still, the image of the two of them sitting across from each other—talking about a truth I had held alone all this time—made my stomach turn.“I’m afraid she’ll misunderstand,” I whispered. “That she’ll think you came not for Charlie… but for me.”Nicholas drew a quiet breath, then placed his hand on the table, fingers open like he was offering a place I could hold on to.“If she thinks that… I’ll explain. I don’t want to create more wounds. But this isn’t about taking sides or choosing someone. It’s about our child. And the truth that should’ve come out a long time ago.”I looked at his open hand, but didn’t take it. There was too much in my head. Too many wounds unhealed, and too many possibilities that could shatter ever

Sabrina’s POV Nicholas sat beside me. His face was calm, as usual, but I knew that behind that calmness, he held a thousand questions and worries. We were both trying to rebuild a world that had started to crack. And the hardest part was, that world was no longer just ours. There was Hazel. There was the past. There were wounds that had not yet healed.I leaned back against the park bench and shifted my gaze to Charlie, who was now sitting on the seesaw with another child. His laughter echoed loudly, free like a balloon soaring into the sky. That child knew nothing about the storm gathering above his head.“I’m scared, Nicholas,” I murmured. “Scared that I’ll end up losing him. Even though… I’ve been through everything just to raise Charlie.”Nicholas didn’t answer right away. He just turned and took my hand resting on my lap. The touch was light, but enough to let me know I wasn’t alone.“You’re not alone, Sabrina,” he said softly.