Semua Bab Let’s Divorce My husband : Bab 381 - Bab 390

Sabrina’s POV Hazel is Charlie’s biological mother. And I can’t erase that, no matter how hard I try. But I’m not just a substitute either. I’m the one who wakes in the middle of the night to calm his cries, who sits by his side when he’s sick, who draws with him in the living room, who knows his favorite color changes every month.I want to believe we can find middle ground. But the world doesn’t always give us what we want. Sometimes, all we’re left with are difficult choices. And as a mother, I don’t want to make the wrong one.Nicholas walked over to me, now holding a cup of coffee. He offered it to me.“I made you some coffee. You need this.”I gave a faint smile. “Thanks.”We stood side by side, looking out into the yard, sipping our coffee in silence. Until finally, Nicholas said, “Bima said Hazel will be transferred this morning to a better hospital. They have special security. The doctors are experienced.”I nodded. “Good. At least she’s getting

Nicholas's POVOur footsteps echoed through the cold, quiet hospital corridor. On either side, white doors were tightly shut, hiding stories of wounds that had yet to heal. Prasetya walked beside me with his usual alert expression, while Bima had gone ahead to Hazel’s room.I took a deep breath, trying to calm the erratic beating of my heart. Even though we had saved Hazel from the attempted murder, the guilt still clung tightly to my chest. A minute later, and I might never have seen her alive again.The ceiling of the hospital corridor looked like a row of endless shadows. The dim neon lights cast a cold glow, reflecting off the tiled floor. The sharp smell of disinfectant stung my nose, mingling with the faint scent of medicine and an invisible tension. The sound of our steps became the only rhythm accompanying our path to Hazel’s room, as if the outside world had silenced all noise to leave only these punishing moments of silence.Every step I took seemed to make

Nicholas's POV How many more victims before this all ends? And how far do I have to go to uncover the truth that’s been buried? Hazel was just one of many trapped in the web of lies. But from the look in her eyes earlier, I knew she would fight back. And that gave me a little peace.“If she talks, Nicholas,” Prasetya said in a low voice beside me, “we have to be ready. This isn’t just about a court case. This could take down some very powerful names.”I nodded, still staring out. “I know. But let it happen. It’s time they faced the consequences for everything they’ve ruined.”Prasetya didn’t respond. But I could feel the same heavy tension in him. He knew what was at stake. But he was still here. And that was enough to remind me—we weren’t alone in this fight.Prasetya patted my shoulder. “We’ll speed up the process. Adrian won’t get away.”I nodded. “Hazel deserves justice. This isn’t just about the past. It’s about Charlie’s future.”Bima nodded in agr

Sabrina’s POV Morning light had yet to fully filter through the window when I opened my eyes. The air was still cool, and the scent of the sea from the backyard garden drifted faintly in with the breeze slipping through the window I’d forgotten to close last night.I lay still for a moment, letting the silence wash over the clutter in my head left by a night full of worry.A thin fog hung across the ceiling, reflecting the pale light that slowly seeped in through the cream-colored curtains. The sound of waves crashing in the distance was the only reminder that the world outside still pulsed with its own rhythm. But inside this room, time seemed to have stopped.The warm blanket wrapped around my body was the only shield from the cold that pierced to the bone. But it wasn’t the chill in the air I felt most—it was the emptiness. A creeping kind of hollow, slow but certain. My eyes stared at the ceiling, blank, directionless.My thoughts wandered back to the n

Sabrina’s POV Charlie grinned widely, then sat down on the grass, still holding his drawing. He started doodling again, adding a large sun above the head of “Dad” in his picture. The sun was smiling.I sat beside him, letting time pass slowly. In this little yard, we waited. In a silence full of meaning, in hope without sound. Because even though the world outside was moving fast, we knew—we had to be a place to come home to. A quiet place, a patient one, that never stopped believing.I still don’t know how all of this will end. But I do know one thing—whatever happens, I’ll be right here. For Nicholas. For Charlie. And maybe… for Hazel too.Because sometimes, love isn’t about possession. It’s about choosing to stay… when the storm returns.The morning sky began to change. Sunlight hadn’t quite pierced the clouds yet, but the shadows of trees on the lawn were growing clearer. I sat on a wooden bench near the fence, while Charlie played with his toy car