Lahat ng Kabanata ng Chasing His Divorced Wife And His Child: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

NADIA’S POVThe apartment feels too quiet after they leave.Not peaceful.Just empty in a way that makes every little sound stand out, the ticking clock on the wall, the low hum of the refrigerator, Noah’s soft breathing from the couch.I stand near the window for a long moment, arms folded tightly across my chest, staring out at the gray morning sky while my coffee goes cold on the counter behind me.My chest still feels tight.Melissa’s voice keeps replaying in my head.I’ll handle it legally.The words sit heavy.Cold.And somehow that makes them worse.I close my eyes for a second, forcing a slow breath into my lungs, trying to settle myself before Noah notices anything is wrong.Because he always notices.Even when I try to hide it.“Mommy?”His small voice pulls me back immediately.I turn fast, forcing my expression softer before I walk toward him, crouching down beside the couch.“Yeah, baby?” My voice comes out gentle this time, smoother than I feel. “You okay?”He nods once,

NADIA’S POVThe next morning feels heavier than the last one.Rain taps softly against the apartment windows while gray light fills the kitchen, dull and cold, making everything feel smaller somehow.I stand by the sink staring at untouched coffee, my arms folded tightly across my chest while Noah sits at the table eating cereal, still half sleepy, curls messy, cartoon sounds playing quietly from the TV behind him.He looks normal.But nothing feels normal anymore.I barely slept.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the envelope again sitting in my hands, thick white paper that somehow managed to change everything in less than five seconds.Legal Office, Custody Review Notice.Even now my stomach twists thinking about it.“Mommy?”Noah’s voice pulls me back fast.I turn immediately, forcing a softer look onto my face before he notices too much.“Yeah, baby?”“My spoon.”My chest loosens just slightly at that.Right.A spoon.Not court, not lawyers. Not Melissa threatening to take him f

NADIA’S POVThe apartment smells like coffee and paper.Folders cover almost every part of the dining table now, mixed with unopened mail, Noah’s crayons, sticky notes, and legal documents I still hate looking at.Rain taps softly against the windows again, the sky outside dull and gray, making the whole apartment feel smaller somehow.Noah sits on the floor near the couch, quietly stacking blocks while cartoons play softly in the background, little colors flashing across the screen and reflecting against the walls.Every few seconds, I glance at him without meaning to.Just checking.Still there. Still mine.My chest tightens every single time.I sit at the table with another stack of papers in front of me, my fingers rubbing tiredly against my forehead while Diane’s business card rests beside my untouched coffee.Three days.That’s all it’s been.Three days since Melissa threatened legal action.And somehow my entire life already feels different.A slow breath leaves me as I flip th

NADIA’S POVThe apartment feels smaller every day. Like the walls are slowly closing in around me while papers, court notices, toys, laundry, and stress pile up faster than I can keep up with them.Morning light spills weakly through the curtains, pale and dull from the cloudy sky outside, touching the mess scattered across the living room floor.Noah’s stuffed dinosaur sits upside down near the couch.Crayons cover half the coffee table. One of his tiny shoes is somehow under the dining chair again.Normally, stuff like that would make me smile. Today, It just reminds me how exhausted I am.I stand in the kitchen staring blankly at the coffee maker while it drips slowly into the pot, my body heavy, my chest tight, my head pounding from another night with barely any sleep.Noah’s sitting in his highchair behind me, kicking his little feet against the chair while cartoons play softly nearby.“Mommy…. hungry,” he announces suddenly, his tiny voice cutting through the silence.A tired br

NADIA’S POVThe courthouse feels too cold. The gray walls, the polished floors, the sharp sound of heels clicking down long hallways, the quiet conversations that stop the second someone walks past.It all feels wrong. Like this place was built to make people feel small.I sit outside one of the conference rooms with my hands wrapped tightly around a paper cup of coffee that’s already gone cold, my knee bouncing slightly before I force it still.Across from me, Diane flips through another folder, calm and focused while my chest feels tight enough to crack.I barely slept again. Every time I closed my eyes, I kept hearing the daycare director’s careful voice.You seem overwhelmed lately. Jesus Christ. Now every little thing feels dangerous. Every mistake. Every tired look. Every bad moment.I hate this. “You need to breathe.” Diane’s voice pulls me back fast. I blink at her, realizing my grip around the coffee cup is so tight it’s bent slightly inward.“Sorry.” My voice comes out rough