Let’s end this marriage 36

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Nicholas’s POV

I remembered the little moments I had missed–the times when she needed someone to listen, to share a story, or even just to sit with her in silence. Why hadn’t I seen that before?

One by one, the memories came flooding back. Sabrina’s cheerful laugh, her smile that always made me feel at ease–it all felt gone now. I wanted to run back to her room hug her, and apologize. But I knew I had to do more

than that.

With renewed determination, I took a deep breath. ‘I have to fix this,‘ I thought. Maybe the first step would be to reach out to her sincerely, ask her how she felt, and really listen

I had to show her that I was there for her, not just as a provider, but as a loyal friend and listener. If not now, when?

The image of Sabrina’s face as she cried came back to me. I had never seen her so broken before. The Sabrina I had always known to be strong, always patient, turned out to have so many wounds that I had ignored.

Every tear she shed was a reminder of how I had failed to understand her feelings. She had always tried

to appear strong, even when the world around her was crumbling. Now, I realized that behind her cheerful smile, there was a deep pain that I had never seen

Regret hung over my mind, weighing on my heart. Why didn’t I ask more? Why didn’t I see the obvious signs? All those questions swirled around, torturing me deeper.

I rubbed my face with both hands, frustrated. “What have I done?” I muttered softly, barely audible.

It wasn’t just guilt that flooded me, but also anger at myself. All this time, I was too busy with my work, too busy pursuing something that I thought was important for our family. I was blind to Sabrina’s emotional needs, to her affection that was quietly fading because of my coldness.

With every passing second, I felt more and more depressed. Why didn’t I realize that presence and attention were the most important things? All the sacrifices that I considered as forms of love turned out to be meaningless if I couldn’t give her the time and attention she deserved.

Anger at myself burned, and it gave me determination. “I won’t let this continue,” I thought. “I will try to be a better husband.”

Then Hazel… I took a deep breath. I never meant to let Hazel take up more space in our lives. I thought that by giving her a chance to be close to Charlie, I could make up for my past mistakes. But in fact, I just created new wounds for Sabrina.

Every time I thought of Hazel, the guilt became more suffocating. When I tried to repair my relationship with Charlie, I didn’t realize the impact it was having on Sabrina She felt left out as if her affection was no longer appreciated.

Hazel’s involvement should have been a step forward, but it exposed my own incomprehension and insensitivity. Now, I see clearly how I had neglected Sabrina in the process. She, who had always been there for me, now felt lost and alone.

My anger at myself grew. I had to make this right. Not just with words, but with actions that showed I was committed to making things right and giving her the attention she deserved.

And Charlie… my thoughts turned to that little boy. I had always thought I knew what was best for him. But maybe

I was wrong here, too. I had never really seen how Charlie and Sabrina related. Now I realize that Charlie needed his mother as much as I needed the breath to live.

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The moments when Charlie would run into Sabrina’s arms, or when he would ask for a bedtime story–all of it showed how deep their band was. But in my efforts to provide the best, I had neglected both of their emotional needs.

Guilt filled my chest. I should have been a bridge between them, not a barrier. Charlie deserved his mother’s love, and Sabrina deserved a strong connection with her child.

I ran my hands through my hair, frustrated. “How can I fix this?” I whispered to myself.

My eyes were fixed on Sabrina’s closed bedroom door. She was there, behind it, exhausted and in pain from the mistakes I had made. I wanted to go back in, to hold her hand again, but I knew she needed a break.

One thing was for sure, I would not let her feel alone again. Not again.

A new resolve welled up inside me as I stepped into the walling room. The pain and disappointment weighed heavily, but I would not let it destroy our marriage. Sabrina, my wife, meant everything to me–the mother of my child, my best friend.

“I’m sorry, Sabrina,” I whispered softly, feeling the weight of the words. But I knew that simply saying I was

I sorry wasn’t enough. I needed to try harder, to show with my actions that I was committed to making things right.

With all the courage I could muster, I resolved to do whatever it took. Every step I took next was to rebuild the trust and love that had perhaps been shaken. Nothing mattered more to me than the happiness of our family.

My phone vibrated in my pocket, jolting me out of my regret–filled thoughts. Hazel’s name flashed across the screen, flashing as if to urge me to answer immediately. I took a deep breath, preparing myself for whatever she was about to say. 1

“Yes?” I answered shortly after putting the phone to my ear.

“YES? Is that all you can say?” Hazel’s voice was sharp, almost deafening. “Nicholas, I’ve called you so many times! Have you forgotten that I’ve been waiting for you to talk about Charlie? Or are you too busy with something more important?”