All Chapters of Let’s Divorce My husband : Chapter 371 - Chapter 380

Hazel’s POV I walked to the corner of the room, settling beneath the bunk bed—one of the few quiet places, far enough from the chaos. My fingers grazed the rough wall behind me, where I found faint scratches, small tally marks etched by someone before me. Row after row of lines, perhaps counting the days that passed. I began carving one of my own—not with anything sharp, just my fingernail. But it was enough. Enough to make me feel like I still… existed.One more day. One more mark. It meant I was still here. Still breathing. Still alive.In the distance, I heard the clang of metal being slammed—maybe a guard opening another block. Then hurried footsteps. I turned slightly, but as usual, I didn’t expect anything. No one was looking for me. No letters. No news.I leaned my body back against the wall again. My thoughts strained to hold on. The small hope I clung to had started to feel like a burden, but I wasn’t ready to let it go. Even if no one came. Even if every d

Hazel’s POV Another blow. This time to my lip. The taste of iron and blood filled my mouth. I cried silently. Pain, fear, and cold all coiled in my chest.Then Lani pulled something out of her pocket—a dirty sock, knotted tightly. I tried to fight back, to scream, but one of them gripped my neck, and Lani stuffed the sock into my mouth roughly.“Wouldn’t want your pretty little screams waking anyone up,” she sneered.I kicked, shook, thrashed with all I had left, but nothing helped. Their hands held me firm. My breath came fast and shallow. I could only inhale through my nose—and even that was labored.Lani began punching my stomach again. My back slammed against the toilet wall. The world tilted. My vision blurred. I saw red spots—blood or just the pounding pressure in my skull, I didn’t know.My hands went limp. My legs numbed. I wanted to scream, to cry for help, but only a muffled rasp came from my throat.Lani’s hand pressed around my neck. Her grip

Nicholas's POV I stared out at the road ahead. Midnight Jakarta felt foreign, though I once called this city home. Cars sped past. Life went on, oblivious to the fact that just hours ago, I had almost lost everything.“Bima’s legal team is en route to the prison,” Prasetya said quietly, as if he knew I couldn’t stop thinking about one name: Hazel.I nodded. “I need to know she’s okay.”“We’ll make sure of it. But for tonight, go home first. The rest of your family needs you.”I didn’t reply, only turned back to the window. Sabrina… Charlie… Those two faces filled my mind so clearly. Charlie’s smile that always softened my hardened heart. Sabrina’s eyes—fierce but always hiding unspoken worry.Tonight, I’d come close to never seeing them again.“Adrian won’t stop,” I murmured.“We know. But this time, he won’t slip away so easily,” Prasetya replied.I wanted to believe him. But people like Adrian always found a way. He wasn’t just a physical threa

Nicholas's POV I walked toward the living room window. The porch light cast a soft glow across the yard. The guards were still out there, standing alert. Yet I still felt… exposed. Vulnerable.“We almost lost her,” I muttered. “If Bima had been just a minute late…”Sabrina stood behind me and took my hand, wrapping her arms tightly around my back. I could feel her head rest gently between my shoulder blades.“You’ve done everything you could,” she said softly. “You saved her, Nicholas. You always save the people you love, even if it tears you apart.”Her words pierced something deep inside me. Even though I tried to stay composed, my tears fell—quiet, unstoppable. Not from weakness. But from the unbearable weight of helplessness.Sabrina didn’t say anything else. She just held my hand tighter, letting me cry without shame. In a world full of masks and wounds, being able to cry in front of someone who understands… that’s the rarest grace.“Somet

Sabrina’s POV I closed my eyes for a moment, letting the warmth of his body soothe the restlessness inside me. His words were simple, but they sank deep. In the middle of so much uncertainty, the one thing I could hold on to was the certainty that we’d face it all together.Outside, the sky was beginning to turn gold. Little birds flitted between the trees, and the soft whisper of wind slipped through the slightly open window. The morning was so calm, it felt almost unreal—especially compared to the chaos we had endured over the past few months.I looked around our room, now slowly filling with natural light. A pile of clean laundry still lay on the chair in the corner. Charlie’s books were scattered across the floor near his small bed, which hadn’t been used since the last time he slept with us. Everything looked so ordinary, so domestic… and maybe that’s what made my chest feel tight. Because after all the chaos, we had returned to this: routine, togetherness, and the