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All Chapters of Forgotten Wife: My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

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Sienna’s POV When dinner ended, I stared at the table, now filled with empty plates. It had been a long time since I'd felt such warmth. Something as simple as eating together was so meaningful.I smiled slightly, though I didn't dare look directly at Liam. What was certain was that tonight, I knew there was a part of me wavering again, one that desperately wanted to believe that this togetherness was still possible."I'll clean this up," Liam said, standing up. His hands were already reaching for some dirty plates.I instinctively stood up too. "Let me help. At least I can…"But my sentence was cut off by Liam's sharp yet gentle glance. "No need. You've been tired enough today. Trust me, you'll be a huge help if you just go to bed."I fell silent, my lips parting slightly, then closing again with a soft sigh. I felt a small debate brewing inside me between wanting to express my gratitude through action and accepting the fact that my

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Sienna’s POV I woke up with a feeling that was hard to describe. My eyes slowly opened, staring at the ceiling of the room that had once witnessed so much pain as well as memories. The air inside felt different, colder, more distant. Even though the blanket wrapped tightly around me, my heart felt empty, as if I were still caught between a dream and reality.This room used to be the place where I often cried alone, holding back a heartache that never found words. Now, after so long, I had returned to sleep within its walls. It felt strange. I was no longer the same Sienna, but the shadows of the past seemed to cling to every corner.I drew in a long breath, trying to brush away the weight pressing on my chest. Slowly, I rose from the bed, my feet meeting the cold floor.There was a faint aroma of wood and fabric lingering in the air. The room hadn’t changed much, the walls still wore the soft color I had once chosen myself, the wooden wardrobe still stood firm in th

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Sienna’s POV Liam only nodded, then sat back down in his chair. Now we sat facing each other, each with a glass in hand. Silence filled the room for a while, broken only by the chirping of birds outside the window and the occasional ticking of the clock on the wall.I took a small sip of the juice. It was refreshing, naturally sweet, with a faint tang at the tip of my tongue. Strangely, it grounded me a little, as if my body had truly returned to this place, no longer just a shadow.I glanced at Liam. His head was lowered, one hand wrapped around his half-finished cup of coffee. His face looked tired, yet there was a certain calmness I rarely saw in him before.Holding my glass of juice, a flood of emotions rushed through me. Sitting here with him like this, saying so little, reminded me of moments long lost.Perhaps it was just another ordinary morning for Liam. But for me, this morning felt unusual, a quiet beginning, slowly trying to mend the empty spaces wit

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Sienna’s POV This morning was different than usual. As soon as I opened my eyes, the sound of Noah jogging down the hall was clear to hear. He was so excited, even before I could fully get out of bed.“Mommy! Hurry, Mommy! Today's goodbye!” he called out, knocking on my bedroom door.I smiled slightly, a warm feeling filling my chest. Waking up to my son's enthusiasm gave me a strong reason to keep going, even though my body still often felt weak. I quickly got ready, choosing a simple, soft-colored dress and styling my hair so it didn't look too tangled.When I exited the room, I found Liam already dressed up in a blue shirt that made him look fresh. He turned and smiled faintly, his gaze softening when he saw me. “Are you ready?” he asked.I nodded slowly. “Yes. Now, Noah is all that's left.”But before I could continue, Noah appeared in his neat school uniform and a wide, unconcealable smile. “I'm handsome, right, Mommy?” he asked

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Sienna’s POV I gripped my phone tighter, turning on the recording. Beside me, I knew Liam was also recording from a different angle. We were both focused on the small figure now standing in the front row of the stage.Soft music began to play. The children began singing in their innocent voices. I immediately looked for Noah, and there he was, singing with full enthusiasm, though his voice sometimes lagged behind by half a beat. His eyes occasionally glanced toward the audience, and when he spotted us, his face lit up. His free hand waved a small wave, making me almost unable to hold back the tears.I smiled, raising my hand in return, trying to channel courage through that simple gesture. I glanced at Liam. He looked down slightly, but I caught a faint smile on his face, a smile I rarely saw. “Noah seems so confident,” I whispered, half to myself.Liam just nodded, his eyes never leaving the stage. “He’s like that when he knows someone’s backing him.”The

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Sienna’s POV The car stopped in front of the house. The night was calm, the wind only whispering lightly through the leaves, and I thought we could just walk in without a second thought, taking Noah straight to his warm room. But we stopped.There was someone there.A woman stood right in front of the house, under the soft, but enough light of the porch light to make out her face clearly. Her slender body, standing confidently, her hair neatly styled, and her dress luxuriously, clearly not just any guest. Emily.My heart was pounding, but not out of jealousy. More because I was unprepared. Just a few hours ago, Liam had said the words that shook my entire world, we had just taken one step home. Now here she was.I stood still beside the car, my fingers still clasping Noah's hand, which was starting to droop tiredly. He was oblivious, his eyes half-closed, his head tilted toward me. But my gaze was fixed on that figure, Emily.The po

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Sienna’s POV I immediately squatted down, looking at Noah, who was still holding my hand tightly. “Noah, honey, that’s rude,” I said softly but firmly. “We shouldn’t talk like that, okay?”Noah pursed his lips, staring at Emily with his still-irritated little eyes, but he remained silent. I stroked his head gently, then stared at Liam for a moment. He only gave me a small nod, giving me space to decide what to do next.“Mommy’s going to take Noah inside first,” I said, my voice still trying to be steady despite the tumbling in my chest.Noah immediately hugged my waist tightly, as if afraid I’d let him go. I sighed, patting his back. “Come on, honey. It’s getting late.”I stepped past Emily, feeling her gaze linger on my back, but I didn’t look back. Not now.With every step toward the door, my heart churned. Part of me was angry that he’d come at the wrong time, when we were just finding our way. Another part was afraid th

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Liam’s POV I stood in front of the house, staring at Emily's face, still standing a few steps away. That face had once felt so close, so familiar, so wrong.I took a deep breath, trying to keep my voice from sounding distorted. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming home?" I finally asked, flatly, though something inside me was gnawing at my stomach.Emily smiled faintly, a smile that once made me stop thinking. "I wanted to surprise you," she replied lightly, but her eyes couldn't hide the unease. "But it seems I'm the one who's getting a surprise from you, Liam."I looked down briefly, closed my eyes for a split second, then looked back at her. Behind Emily's gaze, I could see something I once considered home but now felt foreign."What Noah said was true?" Emily asked then, her voice low but clear. "Are you guys getting back together?"The question stuck like a nail. I wanted to avoid it. I wanted to run, I wanted to stay silent.

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Liam’s POV Emily approached, her steps hitting the terrace floor firmly. Now we were only a foot apart, and I could see her eyes wet with anger. “Then, it was my fault, wasn’t it? Wrong for trusting? Wrong for thinking we had a future?”I didn’t answer right away. Her words were like a dagger, stabbing deep. I knew, deep down, Emily was hoping I’d deny it, hoping I’d take it back. But I couldn’t make a promise I couldn’t keep.“It’s not your fault,” I finally said, my voice almost cracking. “You just loved the wrong person. It’s my fault, Emily. Because I wasn’t firm from the start. Because I let everything slip away, leaving you hoping for more.”Emily sobbed, her hands shaking as she wiped away her tears. “I can’t accept an answer like this, Liam. You can’t just say ‘sorry’ and then push me away. I’ve given you too much. I’ve left too much for you.”I closed my eyes briefly, holding back the growing guilt. “I’m not kicking you out tonight

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Sienna’s POV The night felt long. I couldn't close my eyes, even though my body was tired, even though my eyes burned with unshed tears. I lay in Noah's room, letting his little arms wrap around my waist. He slept soundly, his face calm, his breathing deep, as if the world had never hurt him.But my thoughts kept spinning. Liam's words, Emily's gaze, everything tangled together in my head. Could my decision be wrong again? Was I just repeating the same pattern of giving my heart to someone who had broken it time and time again, then pretending to be strong, pretending everything was okay for my son's sake?My hand instinctively moved to stroke Noah's head, adjusting the blanket. I hugged him tightly, as if trying to assure him that whatever happened, this child wouldn't feel the storm I was harboring inside.I closed my eyes briefly, hoping to find peace in the darkness, but instead, the image of Emily's face appeared. Her gaze, both sharp and fragile

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