Lahat ng Kabanata ng Let’s Divorce My husband : Kabanata 341 - Kabanata 350

Hazel’s POV No one answered. No one cared.I scanned the crowd, desperate for a familiar face—someone who could tell me this was just a mistake. That this wasn’t happening. But there were only strangers. Curious eyes behind yellow tape, staring like I was some kind of criminal they’d been waiting to see fall.They shoved me into the backseat of the police car and slammed the door shut. Through the rear window, I watched the abandoned shop disappear behind us. The brown folder was still inside.My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. My brain kept replaying Andrian’s words, like some twisted echo: “Don’t open the documents. Don’t ask questions. This is not your concern.”Was this his plan all along? Had I just been a pawn?Tears blurred my vision. I bit down hard on my lower lip, trying not to make a sound—but the sob was already climbing up my throat. Everything I’d done to get Charlie back… It all felt like it meant nothing now.

Sabrina's POV The school bell chimed softly. A teacher took the microphone and began to welcome the families, explaining the day’s schedule and games.I held Charlie’s hand gently and stole a glance at him. The joy radiating from his face was unmistakable. No trace of past worries or pain—just a child living his special day with the people he loved most.And for a moment, I allowed myself to believe that this day belonged only to us. No shadows from the past. No distractions. Just the three of us—and the laughter we wanted to keep forever.Charlie darted off toward a group of his classmates, waving excitedly. But less than ten seconds later, he ran back, tugging at both our hands.“Come on! It’s starting!” he said impatiently, his cheeks flushed from running.Nicholas and I exchanged smiles and followed his tiny footsteps as he jogged ahead to the field. Several mats had already been spread neatly under the tall trees, offering shade from the warming morning

Sabrina's POV “But Mika laughed! So that means it’s funny, right?” he said proudly, making our table even more lively.Nicholas chuckled and patted my shoulder. “Our kid… future comedian in the making.”“Dad, when I grow up, can I work on TV?” Charlie asked seriously.“Of course. Just don’t end up on the crime news,” Nicholas quipped, sending another wave of laughter around the table.The food finally arrived: honey-roasted chicken, fried rice, corn soup, and fries for the kids. The delicious aroma instantly made everyone hungry.As the meal began, conversations flowed naturally. Mrs. Anya shared how her child had just learned to read three-letter words. Mr. Rendra mentioned their plans for a family picnic during the upcoming school break. Meanwhile, Charlie and Mika started a “guess the taste” game, covering their eyes and sampling vegetables one by one.“This is a carrot!” Mika shouted.“No, it’s corn!” Charlie corrected him.“But it’s ora

Nicholas’s POV “Can I ask you something?” My voice was softer now, barely audible.“Go ahead,” Mr. Bima replied.“If it’s true… if everything holds up in court, what’s the worst-case scenario for Hazel?”He looked at me—no longer with legal detachment, but with a trace of compassion. “Twenty years, maybe more, if she's found guilty of attempted premeditated murder. Add to that the fraud, manipulation of official records…”“That’s enough,” I interrupted softly.I couldn’t bear to hear the rest. The image of Hazel behind bars, wearing a prison uniform, wasn’t something I could digest—no matter how much she’d hurt me. Even if she tried to have me killed… a part of me still remembered the woman who once wrote me long love letters on my birthday. The woman who leaned against my chest during storms that rattled our home.But maybe… none of that was ever real.I stood slowly. “Let me know when I can see her. Whatever happens, I need to hear it from her.”

Nicholas’s POV I slowly turned the wheel, leaving behind the cold and shadowed grounds of the police station. The roads were quiet, interrupted only by the blinking of distant red and green lights.I inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly. I couldn’t keep going like this. Sabrina was probably still waiting. And Charlie… he didn’t know any of this, but the adult world around him spun like a vortex that could swallow him at any moment. I wouldn’t let that happen.The car began to move, slowly pulling away from the police station. The radio played a soft jazz tune, but my thoughts were still a mess.I couldn’t forget Hazel’s expression. Not just sadness, but devastation. As if the last of her hope had been crushed. And the worst part? I had been a part of that destruction. My choices. Our unresolved separation. The wounds we ignored for too long.I once thought our breakup was the end of the chaos. Turns out, it was only the beginning of all the broken pieces.Hazel