All Chapters of Let’s Divorce My husband : Chapter 351 - Chapter 360

Sabrina’s POVThe night felt incredibly still. No sound but the ticking of the wall clock and Nicholas’s heavy breathing beside me. I was still leaning on his shoulder, letting the warmth of his body seep into mine. Even though he hadn’t shared everything in detail, I could tell from the look in his eyes that he was holding back more than he let on. Too much.I noticed how his hand never let go of mine. Steady. As if silently telling me that he was still here—with me. With Charlie.As the night deepened, his grip slowly loosened—not out of distance, but because he had fallen asleep beside me. His breathing became more even, but the tension still lingered in his expression. I looked at him for a moment, then slowly stood, making sure he was comfortable on the sofa, before walking to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of water.I stared blankly at the sink, the glass trembling slightly in my hand. The emotions I’d been holding back since afternoon finally found a crack

Sabrina's POV The door closed gently. I listened to his footsteps fade outside, and for a few seconds, I just stood there at the threshold—staring blankly at the now-quiet street. The morning breeze brushed softly against my face, carrying the faint scent of blooming jasmine from the neighbor’s yard. And still... something felt heavy in my chest. I drew a deep breath and slowly closed the door. Charlie stood in the living room, staring at the door that was now shut. “Dad will come back soon, right?” he asked, as if needing reassurance from my lips. I smiled and nodded. “Of course, sweetheart. Dad always keeps his promises.” Charlie nodded with satisfaction, then wandered off toward the toys scattered across the floor. I watched him from a distance—his movements light, untouched by the weight of the world. But I knew children aren’t completely blind. They may not know the details, but they feel things. The tension. The worry that han

Nicholas’s POV I sat in the study, staring at the pile of documents my lawyer, Mr. Bima, had just handed me. My eyes felt heavy—not from physical exhaustion, but from the mental weight that seemed to grow heavier each day. Hazel’s case was no longer just about a custody battle or wounds from the past—this was now about the life and death of our future.I shook my head slowly, trying to clear my mind. On the desk, a photo of Charlie peeked out from between the dry legal texts and witness statements. My son's bright smile in that picture felt like a completely separate world from the one I was facing now. A world I desperately wanted to protect, no matter what it took.Mr. Bima stood across the desk, organizing a few documents into a folder. “We need to prepare for all possibilities, Nicholas,” he said quietly, his voice low but firm. “Hazel may not be acting alone. The investigation is pointing toward connections that… can’t be taken lightly.”I took a deep breath. “

Nicholas’s POV “But I can’t build strategy on speculation. Hazel was a part of my life. I know how she talks when she’s lying. I know how she lowers her head when she’s afraid. If she’s hiding something, I want to see it in her eyes.”Bima stayed quiet for a moment, then nodded slowly and pulled out his phone. “Alright. I’ll try to arrange a visit. But you’ll be given limited time—and you can’t bring notes or recording devices.”“That’s more than enough,” I said.My head was full of what-ifs. Would Hazel talk? Deny everything? Or finally reveal the truth—about Adrian, the pressure, the real motive? Deep down, I hoped she would help. But I was also prepared for the opposite.One thing I’d learned from all this: the truth doesn’t show up unless you search for it. Sometimes, to save the future, you have to walk straight into the past.After Bima left, I sat back down and opened the file containing Hazel’s arrest photo. She looked shocked. Empty. Powerless

Sabrina’s POV I had just pulled the blanket over Charlie’s small sleeping body. His breath was steady, soft and even, and in the warm dim light of the night lamp, I could see a faint smile resting on the corner of his lips. Maybe he was dreaming about the happy day he’d had. And I hoped that dream would stay sweet until morning came.I sat at the edge of his bed for a while, gently stroking his soft hair. Every strand reminded me how quickly time had passed. It felt like only yesterday I was cradling him home from the hospital—so tiny, so fragile. Now, he could laugh freely, ask endless questions, and wrap his arms around me like I was the only safe harbor in the world.“Goodnight, baby,” I whispered softly, even though he wouldn’t hear me anymore. But still, I needed to say it—every night. Every time I closed the door to his room.My hand was still holding his bunny plush, the one that had fallen to the floor earlier. That worn-out toy had been with him since he wa