All Chapters of Let’s Divorce My husband : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Nicholas's POV I didn't want Charlie to lose anyone. Not Hazel, and not Sabrina. I wanted him to have both in his life. However, Hazel left no room for compromise. She always saw Sabrina as an obstacle, not someone who also loved Charlie.This pain felt deeper as I considered what would happen if this battle continued. Charlie shouldn't be caught in the conflict between two people who were supposed to love him. He deserved the affection and support from both, but Hazel seemed unwilling to see that reality.Every time I imagined Hazel confronting Sabrina, I felt a threatening tension. She wasn't just challenging Sabrina's position as a mother, but also belittling everything Sabrina had done for Charlie. This wasn't just a matter of rights; it was also about recognizing the love and sacrifices that had been built over the years.If I spoke to Hazel, would she change her mind? I doubted it. So far, all our conversations had ended with the same debate. Every time I tried to explain my fe

Sabrina's POV Charlie was silent, but I could feel his arms hugging me back tightly. The warmth of his body provided a bit of solace amidst the anxiety that still enveloped me. I closed my eyes, trying to hold back the tears that were about to fall.A mix of relief and emotion filled my heart. This moment was so precious, and I knew that all the worries that had gnawed at me seemed to fade away as I felt his presence beside me."I'm scared," I whispered in his ear. "I'm scared you won't come home."Charlie pulled back slightly, looking at me with confusion. "Why, Mommy?" he asked innocently.I shook my head, gently wiping his cheek. "Because you are so precious to me..."My words hung in the air, full of meaning. In that moment, I felt how deep my love for him was. The fear was not just about losing him, but also about the protection and affection I wanted to give.Charlie smiled sweetly, as if trying to calm my still r

Sabrina's POV Once we arrived at the hospital, Nicholas immediately guided me into the ER. Charlie was still in his arms, hugging Nicholas's neck tightly while looking at me with concern. A nurse quickly greeted us and noticed my hand still wrapped in the bandage. "What happened?" he asked briskly. "Her finger was cut pretty deeply while cooking," Nicholas replied before I could say anything. The nurse nodded and led us into the treatment room. I sat on the examination bed while Nicholas stood close by, his worried expression unchanged.Soon after, a doctor entered, wearing a white coat with a stethoscope hanging around his neck. "Good evening, ma'am. May I see your injury?" he asked kindly. I nodded and slowly unwrapped the temporary bandage that Nicholas had put on. Once the gauze was off, I could see the cut on my finger still oozing a little blood. The doctor examined it closely and then nodded slightly. "The cut is quite deep, bu

Hazel's POVDeep down, I knew this was more than just a fight. It was about love and commitment, about the mutual respect that should exist between us. However, right now, all of that felt like a shattered dream. Despair crept in, making me feel weaker. What should I do? How could I bring back the warmth that once existed between us? I couldn't continue living in this uncertainty, and I knew I had to take action. I looked at Charlie's small, cheerful face. That child is mine. I gave birth to him. I should be the one by his side, not Sabrina! A deep sense of ownership and love burned within me, demanding that I do something. With one rough motion, I yanked the photo frame from the wall and threw it to the floor. The glass shattered loudly, the sound echoing in the room, reflecting the shattering of my heart. I gasped for breath, my anger still boiling, now mixed with a pain that pierced my chest. Seeing all that happened, I felt like I

Hazel's POV But this man… He’s like Sabrina. Fighting for a child who isn’t his flesh and blood, but whom he considers his own. "I guess this world really isn’t fair," he said again, his heavy voice filled with disappointment. "We fight, we sacrifice everything, but still, in the eyes of the law, it all means nothing." I thought for a moment before asking, "So… are you giving up?" He fell silent, staring at his glass as if searching for an answer at the bottom of his drink. Then, in a low voice, he said, "I don’t know." I sighed, for some reason understanding his feelings. The feeling of being betrayed by circumstances, by a law that claims to be fair, but ultimately hurts. I looked at the man beside me, and for the first time that night, I was genuinely interested in this conversation. "I want to know more," I said. "Tell me everything." The man looked at me for a moment, as if considering whether I was worthy of hearing his stor