Semua Bab Let’s Divorce My husband : Bab 171 - Bab 180

Sabrina's POV I let out a long sigh as the class finally ended. My body still felt tired, not just from the workout, but also from the pressure Hazel had exerted throughout the session. I wiped my forehead, trying to dispel the dizziness that was starting to set in.The entire session felt like a test, where every movement had to be executed perfectly. The pressure to avoid making mistakes made me feel as if there was an extra burden on my shoulders. Although I knew this was part of the learning process, it was hard not to feel overwhelmed.As the other participants started chatting and laughing, I felt a bit alienated. They seemed more able to adapt to Hazel's presence and the new energy she brought. Meanwhile, I was still grappling with feelings of anxiety and doubt.I decided to step out of the room, trying to calm my mind. The fresh air outside provided some relief, even though thoughts of the session I had just endured still haunted me.

Sabrina's POV The peace in my child's life is my top priority. If I can ease the tension with Hazel, even in a limited capacity, I believe it will positively impact Charlie's development. He should not feel trapped in a conflict that is not his fault. Rather, he deserves love and support from both of his parents, without experiencing tension that could disrupt his comfort."I know this may sound idealistic," I said, trying to explain further. "But I believe that if we can strive to communicate well, we can create a better atmosphere for him. I don’t want Charlie to feel alienated or confused. He needs to know that he is loved by both of his mothers."Nicholas nodded slowly, although his face still showed doubt. He is someone who protects me very much, and I appreciate his concern and affection. However, I also wanted him to see that I am capable of making good decisions for our future."If we can show Charlie that we can act maturely and respect each

Sabrina's POV I took a deep breath before stepping into the gym. Ever since I found out Hazel was a mentor here, I had always felt on edge. Not because I was afraid, but more out of caution, considering how sharp her words were and how she always looked for opportunities to belittle me.The gym was spacious and bright, with large mirrors reflecting every movement. Uplifting music played softly, but it couldn’t erase the anxious feeling fluttering in my stomach. Every time I practiced, Hazel's shadow seemed to follow me, as if she were watching every step I took with judgmental eyes.The room was fairly full when I entered. Some participants who had started to become familiar smiled and greeted me, making me feel a bit more at ease. The sound of laughter and light conversation created a warmer atmosphere, as if melting away the tension that had briefly clouded my mind.I placed my bag in the corner of the room and began my usual light warm-up

Sabrina's POV I was determined to rise again. With Rina’s support and the doctor’s advice, I was confident I could get through this recovery period and return to training. In my heart, I imagined myself standing in the gym class again, filled with enthusiasm and confidence.Every passing second was an opportunity to learn and grow. I wanted to show Hazel that I was stronger than she thought. Strength wasn’t just about physical ability; it was also about spirit and resilience.With a positive mindset, I promised myself that I wouldn’t let this pain stop me. I would fight harder and prove that I could overcome every challenge that came my way.I was just about to grab my bag and leave the gym when Hazel’s voice echoed throughout the room. “Okay, class dismissed. Someone managed to ruin the mood today,” she said sharply, though she didn’t name anyone.I sighed, already knowing those words were directed at me. Frustration began to creep in, but I

Sabrina's POV I clenched my fists under the table, trying to hold back the rising emotions. My gaze wandered around, searching for another focus to avoid getting trapped in the increasingly disturbing feelings of frustration. The sounds of laughter and chatter around me faded, as if from a distance.Every word that came from Hazel felt like needles piercing me, making me want to speak up, defend myself, and release everything I had bottled up. However, I knew this was not the right place to do so. This grand restaurant, with its cheerful atmosphere, was not a venue for debate or conflict.I tried to take a deep breath, attempting to calm myself. Focusing on the food and my friends was the best way to divert my attention. Yet, that feeling lingered, making me feel alienated amidst the crowd.The soft sunlight streaming through the window made the atmosphere feel warmer, but the restlessness inside me wouldn’t subside. With every passing second, I tried