LOGINSienna's POV
Liam went silent. I could feel it in the way he looked at me, as if he was still processing the words I had just said. All this time, I had almost never said “no” to him. No matter how small or complicated his requests were, I always found a way to fulfill them. I was so used to pleasing others—especially him—that I forgot I, too, had limits. But today, I finally found that limit. Emily gave a small smile, trying to ease the tension like she always did. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be a burden. I’ve already troubled you enough by staying here. Hoping to taste your cooking on top of that—I feel embarrassed.” She stood and walked toward the door. But before she could leave, a sharp little voice rang out. “Mommy is mean!” Noah shouted, glaring at me. He even smacked my arm lightly. “Don’t be mean to Aunt Emily!” My body stiffened instantly. Liam reached out for Emily’s arm and looked at me like I was the cause of all the chaos that morning. “You’re still upset about this morning? Didn’t I tell you Emily only came in to borrow a charger?” I looked at both of them. My face remained blank—too tired to be angry. “I’m not feeling well,” I replied calmly. “My body’s exhausted. I don’t have the energy to cook.” Noah shot me a sharp look. “Sick? Ew, why didn’t you say so earlier! Aunt Emily’s body is weak, you know. What if she catches your sickness?” I could barely breathe. The child I carried, gave birth to, raised with all my love—now worried more about a woman who only arrived a few weeks ago. Suddenly, I felt like a stranger in my own home. Noah had always been an angel, but lately, something had begun to change. Was I seeing my son less? Could that be a sign that Liam and Emily were becoming a negative influence on him—even as they pretended to be understanding? Noah tugged on Liam’s hand. “Dad, we have to buy medicine for Aunt Emily. She can’t get sick!” “I’m fine, Noah,” Emily said gently, trying to calm him. But Liam was already looking at her with full concern. “It’s okay, let’s listen to Noah. You remember how long it took for you to recover last time? Better to be safe.” And just like that, they left. The three of them now looked like a perfect little family—without me. I was still seated at the dining table, staring at the bowl of dumplings that had gone cold again. Full. Untouched. Just like my role in this house: prepared with love, yet unwanted. Slowly, I cleaned up the remains of breakfast and carried them into the kitchen. I dumped everything into the trash. Tasteless. But my heart was even more so. After all these years with them, I was still no one. Liam only knew me through a contract, and Noah… even he now chose Emily over me. As I stood staring at the cold kitchen floor, my phone buzzed. A message from Liam. [We’re at the supermarket. Pick us up now.] I stared at the screen without emotion, then grabbed the car keys. I didn’t reply. I didn’t ask. I just left. I parked not far from the supermarket’s exit. From a distance, I could see Noah clinging to Emily’s arm, grinning. “Aunt Emily, I want ice cream!” Emily chuckled and pinched his cheek. “If Noah wants it, of course Auntie will buy it.” I approached them slowly and spoke in a soft but firm voice. “Noah, did you forget what the doctor said? Your stomach is still sensitive. Ice cream will make you sick.” Noah immediately whined. “But I only want one…” Before I could explain further, Emily turned to me and responded casually, “Sienna, if a kid wants ice cream, just give it to him. No need to be so uptight.” I looked at her, sharp. “He’s my son. His health is not yours to comment on.” Just as I finished speaking, Liam arrived, pushing a shopping cart. His eyes immediately landed on the three of us. He saw Emily and Noah’s sulking faces, then looked at me. “Emily just wanted to buy him ice cream. Why make a fuss?” I sighed. “The doctor said Noah shouldn’t have cold food until his stomach stabilizes. It’s not the right time yet.” But Liam didn’t listen. His eyes pierced through me. A gaze that once made me tremble, now only left me numb. “If you keep being so rigid, he’ll only grow more distant,” he said quietly but sharply. “You could’ve just said, ‘One spoonful only, the rest Mommy will eat.’ Done. But instead, you escalate everything.” That sentence struck like a whip. Painful. Brutal. Undeniable. I stood frozen. In their eyes, I no longer mattered. Every kindness I’d ever given now held no value. I wasn’t just losing in love. Even in the one thing I tried hardest to protect—Noah’s health—I still lost. I didn’t reply. I just gave a faint smile. One that even felt unfamiliar to myself. Since Emily’s return, everything changed. From a wife, I became a housekeeper. From a mother, I became a nanny. And now… I was just an outsider. I turned around. The afternoon breeze brushed against my face as I walked toward the car. My steps were calm—not from peace, but because my heart had frozen. Inside the car, I sat still. Staring straight ahead. My left hand on the steering wheel, my right hand gripping the fabric of my skirt—now damp with cold sweat.Emily's POV My apartment was flooded with the glow of dusk streaming through the large windows. Shades of orange washed over the entire room, casting long shadows across the polished wooden floor. I set my bag down on the sofa, slipped off my coat, and my steps felt light too light, even carried by a sense of victory that coursed through my body.The moment the door closed, I spun around and smiled in satisfaction. “I have to admit an excellent piece of work, Willy.”The words slipped smoothly from my lips, mixed with a soft laugh I didn’t bother to hold back.Willy stood awkwardly near the doorway, still clutching his camera. “Thank you, Miss Emily but I, I just-” He swallowed, clearly uneasy. “Is- is this really all right? After all, Mr. Liam is already married.”My eyes narrowed slightly not in anger, but in amusement. How naïve. “How many times do I have to tell you, Willy? Liam is my lover. He is not anyone’s husband.”“But-”
Sienna's POV I opened my eyes slowly, letting the scent of coffee fill my lungs. There was something soothing about this small routine: the same movements, the same sounds, every afternoon when Liam was home, or even when he wasn’t. As if my body had memorized it long before my mind ever doubted.I carried his cup to the dining table, placing it exactly where he liked it. The chair on the right side of the table. Reflex. Always there. I even kept the slightly scratched wooden coaster left from when Noah used to bang it with a spoon while laughing, and Liam had only shaken his head and said, “Just leave it. It’ll become a memory.”I set the plates, took the salad from the fridge, checked the chicken in the oven. The skin was turning a perfect golden color, the aroma of rosemary and lemon blending softly. I smiled in satisfaction. Today everything was going well. Too well, maybe.My thoughts briefly drifted to Liam’s message from that morning. Short. Warm. But ther
Sienna's POV Noah leaned forward, examining the batter as if it were a scientific experiment. “Mommy, if you stir it for a long time, what does it become?”“It becomes softer,” I answered. “So when it’s cooked later, it tastes good.”“Oh .” He thought for a moment. “That means Daddy will like it.”I froze for a brief second when the name slipped so naturally from his mouth. No hesitation, no pause. Just the innocent certainty of a child who believed his father was part of everything.“Yes,” I finally said, keeping my voice gentle. “Daddy will definitely like it.”Noah resumed stirring enthusiastically, then suddenly stopped and looked at me. “Mommy, are you tired?”The question came without warning, simple, yet piercing. I was startled for a moment, then shook my head with a smile.“No. Why do you ask?”“Because Mommy often says ‘it’s okay’,” he said innocently. “But Miss Clara says if someone is tired, they have to rest.”I laughed softly, t
Sienna's POV Noah was already standing beside me, wearing a small dinosaur-print apron he had somehow put on by himself without me noticing when. He tugged the apron down, as if making sure it looked neat. “Mommyyy, Noah is ready to be the number one chef!” he shouted, lifting a tiny spatula into the air like a knight raising his sword.I couldn’t help but laugh. “Wow, Mommy feels very safe with Chef Noah here. So, where do we start?”“Noah wants to crack the egg!” he said confidently.I held my breath. Past experience suggested the egg would end up more on the table than in the bowl. But seeing his wide, sparkling eyes, it felt impossible to refuse.I pulled a small chair closer to the kitchen counter and slid a large glass bowl to the center. The kitchen that afternoon was filled with golden light from the window, reflecting off the countertop and the prepared cooking tools. The faint scent of freshly chopped garlic lingered in the air, mixed with th
Sienna's POV Maximilian stopped pushing the cart and looked at me. “I want to tell him that I can write my name more neatly now. And I want to say that I listened to Mommy.”My chest warmed. “Daddy will be proud.”We turned into the bread section. Noah immediately pointed at Liam’s favorite garlic bread.“That one! Daddy likes that for breakfast!”I grabbed two packs. “We’ll stock up.”On the next shelf, my eyes landed on a small chocolate bar. Without thinking, I picked one up and put it into the big cart not Noah’s. Noah noticed immediately, his eyes widening.“Mommy?” “Hm?” “Who is that for?”I smiled faintly. “For Mommy. Sometimes Mommy needs a treat too.”He nodded, as if he completely understood the concept. “If Mommy is happy, the house is happy too.”That innocent sentence made me stop for a moment. I looked at him, then gently stroked his hair. This little child somehow, he always said the right things without even trying
Sienna's POV “Mommy, play the song Daddy likes!”I chuckled. “Why does it have to be Daddy’s song?”“Because Daddy’s coming home todayyy, Mommy has to remember that!”“All right,” I gave in, turning on Liam’s playlist soft acoustic music that always made everything feel comfortable.We drove toward the supermarket.The supermarket wasn’t too crowded this afternoon. The white lights were bright, making the fully stocked shelves gleam neatly. Noah immediately grabbed a child-sized shopping cart he often used to ‘help’ with groceries.“Mommy, I’ll carry the cart!” he said proudly.“Sure. But don’t crash into the shelves again like yesterday.”“That wasn’t on purpooose,” he muttered, cheeks puffed out.I laughed and ruffled his hair. “Come on, let’s start with the vegetables.”We walked down the aisles. Noah pushed his little cart, occasionally stopping to look at things we didn’t really need, like colorful crackers or soda.I picked up a







