All Chapters of Let’s Divorce My husband : Chapter 331 - Chapter 340

Sabrina's POV The midday air was still warm as I picked Charlie up from school. His bright smile, the quick little run toward me, and the hug that wrapped around my waist felt like a balm for the quiet unease I had been carrying. Today, Charlie was so happy. And seeing him that way gave me the strength to try harder, even though my heart was still filled with questions.In the car, he didn’t stop talking. About a drawing competition, about his funny friend, about how his teacher wore shoes that “didn’t match her clothes,” he said. I laughed quietly, responding to each story while keeping my eyes on the road. But my mind wasn’t fully there.The past few days had been filled with uncertainty. Hazel’s return—her sudden appearance—and all the emotions that surged back like old wounds ripped open again. I tried to remain neutral, to be the adult, objective and calm—but who can truly be neutral when the past shows up at your door, knocking while carrying the na

Sabrina’s POV “Andrian wants to destroy Nicholas,” she said quietly. “He doesn’t care who he has to crush. Including me. He just wants revenge.”Nicholas’s words from earlier echoed in my head. “It seems there’s something Hazel herself doesn’t know.”I looked at Hazel silently. There was no anger in my chest. Only weariness, pity, and fear for what might happen if this all continued.“Will you speak in court?” I asked.Hazel nodded. “Yes. And I… I’ll tell the truth. Even if it means I lose everything.”I set my cup down. “I hope those aren’t just words, Hazel.”“They’re not. I can’t pretend anymore.”Hazel bowed her head, her eyes fixed on her hands clenched tightly in her lap. For a moment, she looked like someone who had given up. But I could sense something different—she was gathering courage, little by little, from the rubble of her despair.“I’m not perfect,” she said softly. “And maybe I’ll alway

Nicholas's POV Morning arrived gently, casting light through the slight gap in the curtains. I woke up before the alarm, an old habit I never quite shook off. There was a sense of calm settling in my chest this morning—a quiet conviction that today would go well, or at least, that I would face it with a steadier heart.I got out of bed and glanced at the other side. Sabrina was still asleep, her face peaceful. Faint traces of exhaustion lingered beneath her eyes, but I knew she was much stronger than she looked. Quietly, I changed out of my sleepwear into a white shirt and work slacks. I fastened the last button just as a small voice called out from the dining room.“Papa, I made a sandwich!” Charlie yelled.I smiled and stepped out of the room. Charlie was already sitting at the dining table, beaming, with a glass of milk in hand and a sandwich on his plate. Sabrina stood near the stove, stirring something in a pan.“Good morning, Prince,” I greeted as I ruffle

Nicholas's POV The abandoned building at the edge of the city looked like it had long been forgotten. The paint was peeling, large windows were coated in dust—some shattered entirely. But I didn’t care. I stepped out of the car and walked forward without hesitation, letting the stifling air wrap around me. It felt better than sitting still and letting this anger rot inside my chest.My steps echoed against the cold concrete floor. Silence. But not the kind of silence that brings peace—this one was laced with tension, like the breath before a storm. An old metal staircase in the corner led to the upper floor. I climbed it, each creak underfoot a reminder that this place held more than just dust and forgotten time.At the second floor, I paused. A door at the end of the corridor was slightly ajar. Pale light seeped through the gap. I knew this was the place. And I knew this wasn’t just a location—it was a symbol. A turning point.I stepped into the room. It was empty

Hazel’s POVMy footsteps echoed softly down the corridor leading to Andrian’s office. A few familiar eyes glanced up from their screens, only to quickly pretend they were still engrossed in their work. I took a deep breath, trying to calm the erratic beat of my heart—the one that had been pounding ever since I read his message this morning. [Meet me immediately. It’s important.]I thought I was done with this man. Apparently not.Part of me wanted to turn around, go home, and erase every trace of my involvement with him. But the more rational part—the one that understood consequences—knew better. Walking away could trigger something far worse. Andrian wasn’t the kind of man to let people go once they’d touched the secrets he buried so tightly.In my hand was a brown folder, now slightly damp with nervous sweat. Just another project report, on the surface. But Andrian rarely summoned anyone for “just business.” Not since Nicholas’s accident. Everything had c