All Chapters of Let’s Divorce My husband : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Hazel's POVI sat with Charlie in the hospital waiting room, waiting for our turn to be called. The atmosphere around us was calm, although there were a few other patients also waiting. Charlie looked relaxed, swinging his legs that dangled from the chair.I felt relieved that his crying had subsided, and he seemed to be starting to forget about the earlier incident. Seeing him cheerful again lightened my heart. Occasionally, I stole glances at the wall clock, counting the passing time.In my mind, I hoped everything would be alright. Charlie could often be sensitive, but right now, he seemed stronger. I tried to cheer him up by talking about fun things, hoping to divert his attention from the situation that made him anxious.However, suddenly Charlie stood up from his chair quickly, startling me."Mommy Sabrina!" he shouted loudly.I froze for a moment, not believing what I had just heard. My head quickly turned in the dire

Hazel's POV I took a deep breath. It felt pointless to try to talk to him while he was like this. Finally, I decided to take action. I stood up, carrying Charlie, who was still sniffling, and walked toward the receptionist."Excuse me," I said to the woman behind the desk. The middle-aged woman looked at me with a small smile, though it was clear she noticed Charlie's tear-stained face.I could feel the attention of those around us, but I tried not to care. The most important thing right now was Charlie. I wanted to ensure he felt safe and comfortable, even in the midst of his emotional turmoil."Is there anything I can help you with, ma'am?" she asked in a friendly tone.I swallowed hard, trying to keep my voice calm. "I want to inquire about a patient. Her name is Sabrina."The receptionist nodded, her eyes studying my face before she responded. I could sense the tension in the air, and Charlie was still gripping my shirt tigh

Nicholas's POVThe phone call came while I was buried in a pile of paperwork at my desk. The voice of the doctor from the hospital sounded firm yet heavy, informing me that Sabrina's condition was getting critical. That sentence struck me like lightning to the chest.My hand trembled as I held the phone, struggling to find the words. My heart raced, and my mind drifted to the beautiful moments we had shared together. Every laugh, every touch—everything felt so precious, and now it all depended on a thread of hope."Mr. Nicholas, can you hear me?" the nurse's voice interrupted the silence."Yes, yes, I can hear," I replied, my voice slightly hoarse. "How... how is she doing now?"The nurse explained calmly, but every word felt like a weight pressing down on my chest. She told me about the procedures being carried out, about the medical team's efforts to stabilize Sabrina's condition. It was hard to accept the reality that the person I love

Nicholas's POV I nodded, though it was hard to accept this reality. “Thank you, Doc.” "I want to see her," I finally said. “Right now, she’s not conscious. You can wait outside the ICU.” I nodded slowly, feeling my body grow weaker. With heavy steps, I approached the closed ICU door. Behind that door, Sabrina was fighting for her life. Anxiety gnawed at my heart. The monotonous sound of machines added tension to the air. I stood outside, feeling how silent the world around me was. Every heartbeat was focused on one hope: to see her rise again. Trying to calm myself, I sat on the provided bench. The morning sun streaming through the window lent a bit of warmth, but it couldn't dispel the cold creeping into my soul. All the memories with her spun in my mind, and I prayed that she knew how many people loved her, including me. I walked out of the ICU with mixed thoughts. The air in

Nicholas's POVI watched Charlie, who was now tightly clinging to Hazel's side, holding her hand as if he didn't want to let go. I was at a loss for words. Seeing them like that made my heart feel heavy.There was no point in pushing this argument in front of our child. Whatever happened, it was already confusing and hurting him. I recalled the happy moments when we were all together and how difficult it was to see this rift.“Charlie, sweetheart, everything will be alright,” I said gently, trying to ease the atmosphere.Hazel looked at me with hopeful eyes, as if asking us to resolve this without adding to Charlie's burden. I knew we had to find a way to talk and resolve our issues without involving our child.Hazel hugged Charlie and said softly, “Come on, sweetheart, let’s go home. Mama will make your favorite food at home.”Charlie nodded slightly and then turned to me. “Papa, I want to go home with Mama Hazel,” he said quiet