Semua Bab Let’s Divorce My husband : Bab 411 - Bab 420

Sabrina's POVI had just poured some hot coffee into a cup when Nicholas' footsteps sounded from the stairs. His hair was still slightly damp from his shower, his work shirt was neat, and the faint scent of his signature perfume wafted through the breeze. He smiled slightly when he saw the dining table laden with toast, scrambled eggs, fresh vegetables, and orange juice.“Wow, this morning is so lively,” he said, pulling out a chair to sit down.Charlie immediately exclaimed cheerfully, “Dad, Mom Hazel, and Mom Sabrina cooked! I was just sitting there waiting.”We all laughed at his confession. Hazel shook her head. “Hey, you helped too. You were the one who tried the first piece of bread to see if it was burnt.”Charlie proudly raised his hand. “Yes! It turned out really good.”I placed the plate of scrambled eggs in the center of the table. “Then let's have breakfast before it gets cold.”We began helping ourselves. N

Sabrina's POV Outside the window, the sun had already fully illuminated the courtyard. The leaves, still wet from the previous night's rain, glistened, as if coated with glass beads. The chirping of small birds could be heard in the distance, punctuating the silence that now filled the house. Without Charlie's laughter or Nicholas's footsteps, the atmosphere was quieter, but not empty. A kind of peace enveloped every corner of the room. I folded the dry napkins, neatly arranged them in the drawer, then glanced briefly into the living room. The sofa looked neat, the pillows still arranged as they had been the night before. Nothing had changed much, but I could feel the lingering warmth of the moment that had just passed. It felt like a trace remained, though invisible.The atmosphere was initially quiet, filled only with the sounds of our small activities. “Sabrina… I’ve been thinking about starting over. Maybe… opening a small boutique or cafe around here.”

Sabrina's POVThe midday sun was getting hotter as Hazel and I continued our journey after taking a short break at a small cafe. Hazel looked excited, though there was also a hint of anxiety on her face. She kept staring out the car window, observing the buildings we passed, as if searching for a sign that one of them could be the start of her new life.“There seem to be a lot of empty shophouses around here,” Hazel said quietly, pointing to a quiet but clean street. I quickly turned the steering wheel and entered the street. Sure enough, there were several small shophouses with for-rent signs displayed in front of them.We got out and started walking together. I knew this wasn't just about finding a place, but also part of Hazel's journey to rediscover herself.“That one looks nice,” I said, pointing to a two-story shophouse with simple white paint. It was strategically located, close enough to the main road, but not too noisy. Hazel nodded, her

Sabrina's POV I let her stand there for a few seconds, giving her space for that private moment. Then, when she finally turned back to me, I simply smiled and nodded.She returned the smile, this time calmer, more confident. And I knew that, although the journey ahead was long, today was a starting point she would always remember.The ride home from there felt lighter. Hazel even began to chatter about her ideas: what clothes she wanted to sell, what colors would work best for her boutique's interior, even down to small details like large mirrors and aesthetic chandeliers. I simply listened with a smile, caught up in her newfound enthusiasm.In my heart, I knew Hazel had a long journey ahead. There would be challenges, difficult moments, perhaps even small setbacks. But today, she had taken a step. And I was grateful to be part of her first step.The car drove slowly down the main road, leaving behind the row of shophouses we had just seen.

Sabrina's POV Nicholas came home early that night. Hazel and I were organizing the groceries in the kitchen, completely oblivious to the sound of his car pulling into the garage. I was busy unpacking items from a large plastic bag: fresh vegetables, several bottles of sauce, cleaning supplies, and even a new toy for Charlie that Hazel had secretly put in the cart earlier. Hazel smiled faintly when I held out a package of body wash to her. "I'll put this in the upstairs bathroom, okay?" she said. I nodded as I arranged the bottles of soy sauce on the spice rack. "Yeah, that's good. I'll organize the rest here later." Hazel had just turned to leave the kitchen when she heard the front door open. It was a familiar sound. I instinctively turned, and so did Hazel. Sure enough, Nicholas appeared in the kitchen doorway, his work jacket still on, his tie half-loose, his hair a little messy. His eyes immediately fell on the two of us. The atmosphere immediately became awkward. Hazel hast