Semua Bab Let’s Divorce My husband : Bab 211 - Bab 220

Sabrina's POV As I poured a little salt into the soup, my mind drifted to how quickly time passes. It felt like just yesterday I was carrying him, and now he could happily play by himself. Every second with him was an invaluable blessing."Mommy, I want to sing the fish song!" shouted Charlie from the living room."Go ahead, sweetheart! Mommy is ready to listen!" I replied, continuing to stir the soup and feeling the happiness enveloping our home.A few minutes passed, and suddenly the doorbell rang. I glanced at the wall clock, knowing exactly who had just arrived. "Dad’s home!" Charlie exclaimed joyfully before running toward the door. I smiled and turned down the stove before following Charlie to the door. When I arrived, he had already opened it, revealing Nicholas standing in the doorway with a tired smile on his face. "Dad!" Charlie immediately jumped into Nicholas's arms, who skillfully caught him and lifte

Sabrina's POV The car glided smoothly along the city streets as I sat in the passenger seat, while Nicholas drove with one hand on the wheel and the other resting on the armrest. Charlie sat in the back, busy playing with a small robot he had just received yesterday from Hazel.I had been watching how captivated the boy was by the toy, occasionally smiling to himself as if imagining something. Seeing him so happy warmed my heart, but at the same time, I couldn't shake the doubts that lingered in my mind about Hazel.Nicholas occasionally glanced at the rearview mirror, making sure Charlie was okay. "He really likes it, doesn't he?" he said, trying to shift the attention from the tension that hung between us."Yeah, he seems really happy," I replied, but my voice sounded flatter than I had hoped. I tried to smile, but my thoughts kept swirling.I tried to ignore it, but my feelings grew restless. For some reason, I felt that the

Sabrina's POV I sat down in one of the empty chairs while Nicholas sat next to me. He held my hand tightly, as if making sure I felt comfortable. His warm touch provided a bit of calm amidst the doubts swirling in my mind. While waiting, I looked around. Some people appeared anxious, while others seemed more at ease. There was a mother holding a small baby, and I focused on her gentle smile as the baby slept. Moments like that reminded me of the simple beauty in life.Nicholas looked at me as if he could read my thoughts. "We’ll see the doctor soon. Everything will be okay," he said gently.I nodded, trying to reassure myself. Although uncertainty still clouded my mind, I knew I wasn't alone. Nicholas was here, and we would face whatever happened together. At that moment, I prayed that the results of this examination would bring good news, not just for me, but for our family."Do you need water or something?" he ask

Sabrina's POV Anxiety began to fill my thoughts. What if Charlie really wanted to know his mother? Was I ready to explain all this? I wanted him to feel free to ask, but I also worried about the emotional impact it might have.I tried to calm myself. Perhaps the best thing would be to speak honestly with Charlie, explaining the situation in a way that was appropriate for his age. He had the right to know more about his origins, but I wanted to ensure he felt safe and loved.As I arranged the items, I tried to focus on that activity, but my mind kept wandering. I knew that someday, I would need to bring this conversation up with Nicholas as well. His support would be invaluable as I faced this challenge.With my thoughts still swirling, I finished up in the kitchen.I took a deep breath and tried to distract myself by organizing the groceries. Once everything was neatly stored, I poured a glass of cold water and s

Sabrina's POV I took a deep breath as I gently closed Charlie's bedroom door. The night air felt calm, with only the faint ticking of the clock in the living room audible from here. After a dinner filled with laughter and sweet surprises, Charlie had immediately shown signs of fatigue. His eyes began to droop, and his smile slowly turned into a long, sleepy sigh.I guided him into his room, helping him change into his favorite dinosaur pajamas. As he stood in front of the mirror, his face reflected a sense of comfort that made me smile. After that, I read him a short story as usual before bed. My soft voice flowed, and his small hand gripped my fingers tightly, as if seeking comfort in the words I spoke.As I continued reading, I could see his eyes slowly closing between the last sentences I read. There was warmth in that moment, as if the world outside our room faded away. When he finally fell asleep, I gently kissed his forehead and carefully tucked him