Lahat ng Kabanata ng Forgotten Wife: My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left: Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

Liam's POVI looked at him again. Noah briefly glanced at me before quickly returning to his plaything. I had a positive outlook despite the brief but hopeful view.While stirring the pan, I asked "Noah, do you want toast or scrambled eggs?" There was no immediate response from him. His face remained fixed, his hair tugging at the robot's head. In a state of near-delay, he asked, "When will I see Mommy again?" There was only a moment when my hands were still. The thought of contacting Sienna to request her return was unsettling. Nevertheless, I was aware that the answer was not accessible. It was imperative that I respected her. I had to be patient.I glanced at Noah's and gave him a friendly smile. "It won't be too long. Mom said, don't worry. She will come back. Waiting together, please.Without any suspicion, he stared at my face and whispered, "Daddy, I am good-natured. Can being good make me return home quicker?" My heart twisted. With my head til

Liam's POV I took a deep breath. If Sienna were present, watching Noah's running and his wide smile make her feel the same way as I do. Relieved, comforted and still shattered, knowing that it wasn't enough to heal the wound in our child's heart.A smoky breeze carried the scent of damp grass. I brushed my face to release the weight of thoughts. This wasn't the time to drown out regrets. Noah's safety and ability to laugh without fear were of utmost importance.Another bubble blew from the bench, and I watched it rise high before it fell. Noah glanced at me briefly and smiled, his cheeks still soaked in chocolate from the ice cream. That sight warmed my chest.Time slipped by unnoticed. I watched Noah play with other kids on the bench, blowing bubbles? Both warmth and discomfort were present within me. I was pleased to see him smiling, but then a whisper in my mind suggested that Siennda might be present as well.Her sitting beside me, she could see Noah's laug

Liam's POV The dial tone rang. Once. Twice. I was close to losing my mind, as long as she didn't reply.The voice that I was familiar with suddenly became evident.“Hello?" I couldn't believe it. "Sienna?" I blurted out too quickly.She acknowledged, with a tired tone but still genuine. “Yes, I am.” Her reply was brief.For the moment, I remained still and smiled unimpressed. "I didn't think you would take it. I presumed you were still busy.”She mentioned her busy schedule, but admitted to being able to talk for a bit. “What's it, Liam?" I took a deep breath, trying to soothe the beating in my chest. "There's no problem. I was just looking for a little chatter.’’At one point, she was silent and then asked quietly. "What's the matter?" She inquired.“I mentioned that today was a day when we went to the park with Noah. Soccer, bubble balloons and ice cream were all part of our plans. He laughed all the way, Sienna. He was definitely

Sienna's POV My laptop was open in my work chair, and I stood there with half-written sentences on it, as if someone was pushing me. My fingers were no longer holding the keyboard and I was not typing. The tone of Liam's laughter, warmth in his voice during the conversation about Noah' s play in the park, the ball that almost fell into the lake, and our young boy'Smile as he blew soap bubbles all caught my attention.I smiled faintly, then exhaled. Without warning, the yearning was like a falling wave. Despite my desire to hug and kiss Noah's hair, the thought of going home made me almost stand on my seat.But I stopped myself. I found myself staring at the laptop screen, as it remained blank for most of the remaining paragraphs. There, the cursor glared at me in jest, saying that I couldn't finish even one sentence properly. My body washed away from the chair as I pressed down on it.How many years have gone by since my last encounter? Since I left home for two wee

Sienna's POV I remained stationary at my desk for an extended period, observing the numerous papers, scattered pens, and an unopened coffee cup that had only fainted on its coaster. The silence was a clear indication of the extended nights I had spent writing my story. The realization that my work had been completed was a strange mix of relief and discomfort. I had to reorganize my life, and this was not just about my desk.Taking it in stride, I started simple: closed my laptop, the cables were out, put them neatly into a little black bag. I felt a strange noise coming from my laptop as it quietly shut down, which seemed like the conclusion of aging. It was quite an emotional experience.I consolidated the crumpled handwriting into a tidy pile. Some were torn at the edges as a result of being moved excessively. A small smile spread across my face as I reflected on the frustration that used to consume my life whenever inspiration left me."You've been through a lot