All Chapters of Let’s Divorce My husband : Chapter 451 - Chapter 456

Sabrina's POV That morning felt empty. An odd silence.Usually, when I opened my eyes, the smell of toast greeted me from the kitchen. Or at least the sound of Hazel humming softly as she prepared Charlie's lunch, making the small house feel warm and lively. But this time, all I could hear was the slow ticking of the clock and the wind blowing through the windows.I paused on the edge of the bed for a moment, taking a deep breath. It felt empty. It felt strange, like the house had lost its rhythm again.I remained sitting on the edge of the bed for a long time, the blanket half-draped over my lap. The sun was starting to creep through the thin curtains, but the light felt unusually cold. Usually, when the light came in, I would hear Hazel knocking on the bedroom door, joking, "Wake up, don't be a polar bear." I would grumble, and then we would laugh. A simple morning that had turned into a calming little routine.Now, all that remained was th

Sabrina's POV The car's wheels slowly turned over the asphalt, still slightly damp from last night's rain. The wipers occasionally swept across the windshield, leaving clear streaks that revealed the brightening morning sky. I gripped the steering wheel tightly, trying to calm myself with the soft music playing on the radio.However, my mind was completely off the road. Images of Hazel kept filling my mind, she was probably rearranging her boutique's decorations, checking orders, or simply sitting and looking at the shelves already filled with her hard work. I longed to be there, keeping her company. But I also knew my job right now was at home, preparing to welcome Charlie later that afternoon.Suddenly, a long honk from the opposite direction made me jump. I turned quickly, a motorcycle was zigzagging, too close to my lane. Reflexively, I turned the wheel to the left, the front tire hitting a deep puddle. Water sprayed high, soaking part of the windshield. T

Sabrina's POV That night, the house felt different. Quiet didn't mean empty, but there was a space that was usually filled with the sound of Hazel joking with Charlie, or her little laughs as she helped prepare dinner. Now, only the sound of plates clanking softly on the dining table, and the occasional sound of the still-light rain falling outside, lingered.I sat at the dining table with Nicholas and Charlie. Nicholas had just come home from work, still wearing only the top button of his shirt undone, while Charlie sat in a chair, his chin resting on his palm, listless.I noticed Charlie was unusually quiet. Usually, he'd tell me at length about his day at school, or ask for more soup with a beaming face. This time, his spoon was just stirring the rice on his plate."Aren't you hungry, honey?" I asked softly, trying to elicit a reaction.Charlie shrugged softly. "I'm hungry, but it feels strange eating with just the three of us like this,"