บททั้งหมดของ Let’s Divorce My husband : บทที่ 391 - บทที่ 400

Sabrina’s POV It’s been a month since that day.Adrian was finally arrested and officially detained. Since all the evidence collected by Nicholas, Bima, and Prasetya succeeded in exposing the rot hidden behind the power and prestige he had built. The scandal exploded in the media. He could no longer hide behind threats or expensive lawyers.Hazel...Today, Hazel is finally allowed to go home from the hospital. She has even been cleared of all charges, with solid evidence proving her innocence.I stood in the kitchen making tea, my eyes glancing at the wall clock. Nine o’clock in the morning. Charlie had been excited since before the sun fully rose. He didn’t even wait for the alarm. The first thing he said when he woke up was, “Today Mom Hazel is coming home, right?”I could only smile, amused by his excitement. He was already dressed neatly even before taking a bath. Now, he was in his room, choosing which drawing to bring as a “welcome home” gift for Hazel

Sabrina’s POV Hazel chuckled, her face turning slightly red, perhaps from embarrassment or emotion. I walked over and gently held her hand.“Come on, slowly!” I said. “Let me help.”Hazel looked at me for a moment and said nothing, just gave a small nod. Her eyes still held fatigue, but now there was a different light in them—a spark of life returning after so long.We walked into the house, and Charlie had already dashed inside, flinging the door wide open while shouting, “Mom Hazel is home! Mom Hazel is home!”It felt like welcoming someone who had been lost for a long time. And now, she was back in a safe place.I led Hazel to the guest room we had prepared a few days earlier. The room was bright, with a large window overlooking a small garden. Fresh white sheets had been changed that morning, and on the small table beside the bed, Charlie had placed one of his drawings—a family portrait he made himself.“This... feels too fancy for me,” Hazel murmure

Sabrina's POV It was late at night, but the kitchen still felt warm with the aroma of the chamomile tea I'd just brewed. Steam rose gently from the cup, touching my tired face. The sound of the spoon tapping against the glass echoed softly, blending with the ticking of the wall clock.On the dining table, the dinner plates remained. I'd only just finished washing some of the dishes, but I'd put off the rest. My hands were starting to ache, and honestly, I wanted to sit down for a while."Mom…" a small voice called from the living room.I turned to see Charlie standing in the kitchen doorway. He hadn't changed out of his pajamas, still wearing a slightly oversized dinosaur-print T-shirt and his shorts stained with dinner. He was holding a toy robot that had nearly broken this afternoon because its left wheel had come off."You're still awake?" I asked, trying to sound firm, but I couldn't help but smile.Charlie shook his head, moved

Sabrina's POV Somehow, this night felt longer than usual. It was as if time had deliberately slowed down, forcing me to face everything I'd been putting off fully feeling. Amidst the settling silence, I began to wonder, would I be ready if, one day, my role were truly taken back?“You’re human, Sabrina,” Nicholas continued. “It’s natural to feel that way. But you also have to remember, we’re all here trying to rebuild something new. Me, you, Charlie… and Hazel.”I lowered my head. “I’m scared. Scared that our relationship will get complicated. Scared that Hazel will take my place. Even though I know that’s not her intention, I’m still scared.”Nicholas pulled me into his embrace. Warm. Strong. But it wasn’t just about my body; it also enveloped my disorganized mind.“Then,” he said softly near my ear, “let me find a solution. I’ll talk to Hazel. We’ll find her a new place to live. Not because you want her to leave, but because she needs her o

Sabrina's POV That morning, the air felt fresh, the sun had just pierced through the window curtains, and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee still filled the dining room. I was clearing away the breakfast plates when Nicholas came down from upstairs in a neatly pressed shirt, his tie perfectly in place. His steps were steady toward the front door, car keys already in hand.The sound of his shoes against the wooden floor blended with the clinking of spoons in the sink. I glanced at him briefly, noticing how he arranged every movement with precision, as if his time had been strictly measured since the moment he opened his eyes that morning. From the corner of his gaze, I could tell he looked my way before continuing, as though making sure everything was in order.The air in the house felt warm, yet there was a fragile thread of calm lingering. The sweet pancakes from breakfast were no longer on the table, but their trace remained—the faint scent of maple syrup mingled w