All Chapters of Let’s Divorce My husband : Chapter 431 - Chapter 440

Sabrina's POV “Mom! Today I drew a big mountain and a huge sun! My teacher said it was really good, and I got a gold star on my paper!” he said quickly, still out of breath.Hazel chuckled softly as she adjusted his backpack. “Wow, a gold star? That means you really put your heart into the drawing. What did the mountain look like, Charlie?”Charlie waved his hand in the air, as if painting something invisible. “It was really big, Mom! Two mountains, and I put the sun in the middle so it looked like it was smiling. Oh, and I added a little tree, and some birds shaped like the letter V.”Walking beside them, I chimed in. “Birds shaped like V’s? That’s funny, Daddy used to draw birds like that too when I was your age.”Charlie turned quickly toward me, his eyes sparkling. “Really? Then I’m just like Daddy! But I made my clouds different. I drew them round, like cotton candy. My teacher said they looked cute, because the other kids only drew long lines for clouds.”

Sabrina's POV Charlie finally stopped running and plopped down on a chair, his face flushed from excitement yet his eyes still sparkling. Resting his chin on his hand, he stared at the table with anticipation, as if awaiting a grand feast. Hazel smoothed his slightly messy hair, then went back inside briefly to fetch drinks.I arranged the spoons and forks on the table, making sure everything was ready. Something about this evening felt different—not just because of the food or the way the backyard looked, but because of how everyone played their part. Hazel with her calmness, Nicholas with his energy despite his long day, Charlie with his endless cheer, and me, feeling grateful to stand in the middle of it all.The last rays of sunlight slowly sank behind the neighbors’ rooftops. The sky was now nearly dark, leaving only a thin orange line on the horizon. The garden lights stood out more brightly, transforming the yard into a small dining space, separate from the outsi

Sabrina's POV I glanced briefly and watched the flow of traffic that wasn’t too crowded that morning. “Sounds good, not over the top. At least you already have a clear picture.” Hazel smiled faintly. “Lucky I have you. If I went alone, I might get lost in a décor store and come home with a life-sized horse statue.” I burst out laughing, until Hazel laughed along too. The calm atmosphere in the car suddenly felt lighter. We arrived at the first furniture store, a large building with wide glass panels at the front. As soon as we walked in, the scent of wood and new materials greeted us. Hazel looked like a child in a playground her eyes sparkled, her body almost moving on its own toward the row of wooden shelves neatly arranged on the right side. The moment we stepped inside, it was as if the world shifted. The vast room with high ceilings was filled with warm lighting that made every piece of furniture look more alive th

Sabrina's POV I gave a small nod, observing. “The other rack should face it, so the middle aisle is clear. That way people can walk straight to the back without being blocked.” Hazel glanced at me, her eyes bright with excitement. “Yes, that’s a good idea. That way the customer flow won’t feel too narrow.” The two large racks were placed according to plan. Then the elegant wooden cashier’s desk was carried inside. “Put the cashier’s desk near the entrance, on the left,” Hazel added. “That way, people will see it right when they walk in, but it won’t block the main display view.” I stood near the door, watching as the workers shifted the desk until it aligned exactly as Hazel wanted. I caught myself glancing at her so focused, yet her eyes couldn’t hide the happiness within. This was clearly more than just furniture. This was the foundation of the dream she had been building piece by piece. I watched Hazel pace around the r

Sabrina's POV "Do you think it'd look better at the cashier or on the guest table?" she asked, her eyes sparkling like a child asking the most important question in the world. I glanced around, imagining how the room would look when people actually came in tomorrow. “At the guest table, people can smell the fragrance as soon as they sit down. But at the cashier, the scent spreads more evenly throughout the room.”Hazel bit her lip, then chuckled. “You always give me more confusing answers, Sabrina.”I laughed too, then took the candle from her. “Okay, let’s try both. Tomorrow morning, we’ll see which one tastes better.”“Deal.” She clapped her hands, satisfied with that small decision.We continued to open the next bag, which contained several small ceramic vases with neutral-colored dried flowers. Hazel held one up high. “This looks great near the mirror. It gives people taking pictures or checking out their appearance a littl