All Chapters of Forgotten Wife: My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Sienna’s POV I closed my laptop slowly, letting a long sigh escape me without realizing it. The kitchen was silent, as was the living room. The house felt too still, too quiet for a heart as busy as mine. The black screen of my laptop reflected the image of my tired face, the faint dark circles under my eyes, and the blank look I couldn't hide, even to myself.I stood up, pulling out my chair slowly so as not to make any noise. My feet walked to the large window overlooking the small courtyard. Outside, sunlight filtered through the thin white curtains, casting faint shadows on the floor. The midday breeze carried the damp scent of the earth, mixed with the remnants of dew that hadn't yet fully evaporated. Everything felt normal. Everything was going as usual. But my chest, my heart, my head, not so much.This morning, I'd been able to mask my anxiety by busying myself in the kitchen, preparing breakfast, listening to Noah talk cheerfully about school. My smil

Sienna’s POV I stared at Emily's face for a long moment, almost unable to believe the words that had just come out of her mouth. Her words were like a knife that had been sharpened for ages, then stabbed straight into my chest, slow, neat, but excruciatingly painful."Don't go back to that house, Sienna!" she had said, just like that, casually, as if she were talking about the weather.I looked up, staring intently, my previously calm body beginning to tense. "What do you mean?" I asked quietly, trying to keep my voice steady even though my chest was already churning.Emily leaned back in her chair, her sunglasses still lying on the table between us. Her lips curved into a small smile, the smile of someone confident because they felt they had all the cards in their hands.My body felt stiff, as if the chair I was sitting in had trapped me, preventing me from moving. The sounds in the cafe seemed to fade, except for the faint clink of spoons,

Sienna’s POV We stopped a taxi. On the way, Noah leaned against my shoulder, his eyes nearly closed. I gently rubbed his back, letting him rest a bit in the middle of the noisy, congested streets.Behind the glass, the city continued as usual, people rushing, horns honking, street vendors shouting their wares. And in this taxi, I sat with the most precious part of my life, the reason I held on even though the world seemed to want to tear me apart time and time again.I took a deep breath. My head was still filled with Emily's voice, her challenging gaze, and words that slapped my ego and my old wounds. But I looked at Noah again, his breathing was steady, his lips slightly parted from exhaustion, and suddenly all the noise faded.Maybe it was true, my heart was still fragile. Maybe my decision yesterday, to go back to Liam, wasn't the wisest. But every time I look at Noah, I know that everything I do isn't just about a long-lost love. This is about

Sienna’s POV I was just starting to drift off to sleep on the couch when the front door creaked open. I instinctively straightened, my heart beating faster. For a moment, I panicked, afraid it was just another bad dream arriving uninvited. But then a deep, familiar voice called out.“Sienna? Noah? I’m home.”I breathed a sigh of relief, but I still stood up. I unwrapped my knees and walked out of the living room toward the entrance.“Liam,” I whispered softly, “be quiet. Noah’s just gone to bed.”Liam stopped in his tracks and turned to me. His eyes looked tired, but there was a small glimmer in them, as if he had returned with something different this time. In his hands, I saw several large plastic bags, making me frown.I squinted, leaned closer, and pointed at the bags. “What are those?” I asked, half suspicious, half confused.Liam held the bags higher, his smile thin but unmistakable. “Fried chicken and pizza,” he repl

Sienna’s POV The aroma of toast filled our small kitchen. I had woken up early, preparing a simple breakfast. Meanwhile, Liam, who was usually busy rushing to get ready for work, was sitting relaxed at the dining table, his shirt neatly trimmed, but his tie still splayed across his lap. Noah sat next to me, wiggling his legs as he chewed greedily.I watched them both and smiled faintly. Although many wounds still hadn't healed, at least I could see Noah eating happily, and Liam no longer drifting away.The aroma of warm coffee mixed with the scent of freshly toasted bread filled the morning air. I placed a plate of scrambled eggs on the table in front of Liam. He glanced at me, his lips curling slightly, then immediately began to spoon his breakfast. It was a simple smile, but it was enough to warm my chest."Noah, eat slowly. Don't sway your legs like that, you'll spill," I admonished gently.Noah just chuckled, his face smeared with strawbe