All Chapters of Let’s Divorce My husband : Chapter 441 - Chapter 450

Sabrina's POV Before leaving, Charlie ran back to Hazel and hugged her tightly around the waist. “Mama Hazel, I hope all her clothes look good!” he said enthusiastically.Hazel returned the hug, her eyes welling up with tears, though she tried to hide them with a smile. “Thank you, honey. Your prayers will definitely make everything go smoothly.”After the door closed behind Nicholas and Charlie, the house suddenly felt quiet. Hazel and I looked at each other for a moment, then let out a small laugh, like two people trying to soothe their nerves with a simple laugh.“It’s strange, Sabrina. It feels like it’s been a really long day, even though it’s only a little after eight,” Hazel said, grabbing a rag from the table. She began wiping down the wooden surface, which was actually quite clean.I picked up some of the breakfast dishes and took them to the sink. “That’s a sign you’re impatient. When people wait for something, even five minutes ca

Sabrina's POV The boutique had returned to its former tranquility. The door was closed, the lights dimmed slightly. Hazel was still sitting in the chair near the cashier, gently massaging her temples. I could see the fatigue in her eyes, but also a hard-to-conceal satisfaction.I stood by the window, looking out. The afternoon sun had already set lower, golden light filtering through the glass and hitting the wooden shelves we had lovingly arranged over the past few days. A warm, indescribable feeling filled my chest, a mix of pride, gratitude, and relief.The boutique was quiet again, except for the faint ticking of the clock on the wall, which seemed to tick at a slower pace than usual. The afternoon air seeped in through the vents, carrying the faint scent of road dust mixed with the scent of new wood that still lingered in every corner of the room.I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Everything felt different now. The room, which had once

Sabrina's POV Hazel then looked around and said quietly, “I want everyone who enters this boutique to feel this kind of atmosphere. Warm, full of laughter, like family.”I nodded. “That’s possible, Hazel. Because this boutique already has a soul. Your soul, and all of ours.”Nicholas added briefly but meaningfully, “If there’s love behind it, people can definitely feel it.”Charlie immediately jumped in. “Yeah, like I can taste it when Mom bakes cakes with love! They taste so much better.”Hazel chuckled, then pinched his cheek gently. “You guys, you always manage to make Mom laugh.”I looked at the three of them, my heart warming. “Then, starting today, let’s celebrate every little step. Because every step counts.”Hazel nodded, her eyes sparkling. “Agreed. From now on, this boutique isn’t just a place to sell clothes. It’s a second home for all of us.”Charlie shouted happily. “Home boutique!”Nicholas sm

Sabrina's POV The living room felt different that afternoon. Usually, Charlie's laughter or Hazel's light chatter filled the air, but this time a long silence hung. Hazel sat on the edge of the sofa, her back straight but her fingers clenched, as if holding something heavy.I looked at her, trying to read her face, but her gaze was mostly focused on the floor. Nicholas sat beside me, his eyebrows slightly knitted together; it was clear from the way he looked at Hazel that he, too, sensed something was wrong."Hazel?" I finally broke the silence. "Why do you seem so serious?"Hazel took a deep breath. Her voice was low, almost hesitant. "I have something to tell you. Don't be surprised."I swallowed. It felt like my heart was pounding in my chest. "Just talk," I whispered, trying to sound calm.Hazel looked up, her eyes darting from Nicholas to me. "I'm going back to my apartment."The words were like a large stone dropped on

Sabrina's POV Nicholas, who had been watching, finally lowered his head. He sighed softly, then headed for the kitchen. His footsteps were heavy, not from fatigue, but from knowing there was nothing he could do to fix this feeling. A few moments later, the sound of running water from the faucet was heard, followed by the clink of glasses placed on the table. He returned with a glass of water, placed it on the table near Hazel without a word, and then sat down in the chair across from her.I shifted my position and sat beside Hazel, trying to offer support without having to say anything. My hand touched her shoulder, just briefly, but it was enough to make Hazel turn her head briefly with a small, grateful smile. She then looked down again, staring at Charlie, who still didn't want to let go.“I want to too, son. But sometimes, people have to go home. So they can get their lives in order. When Mom Hazel has settled everything, who knows, maybe we can be togeth