All Chapters of Forgotten Wife: My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Sienna's POV The morning sky was soft and slightly cloudy, but the sunlight filtered through the leaves, creating a warm glow on the house's exterior. The scent of jasmine from a pot on the porch, the sound of trickling water from the small pond, and the breeze that felt like memories were transporting each one to me. I felt a sense of sorrow and sadness in every action, as if I was revisiting the past with aching hearts.I rolled my small suitcase across the floor of the porch, its creak against me as I moved in sync. Whether it was due to my anger or fear, I had stopped at the brown wooden door where I used to open them. Yet this time, all I could do was be in my head. The trembling in my chest was not caused by anxiety, but rather by the anticipation of someone who finally has the courage to return home. It felt like an earthquake.The door handle caught my attention while I waited for it with both hands moving. "It's time to knock," I said, taking in air and ra

Sienna's POV Seeing Noah, I could sense the simplicity of happiness.No extravagant gatherings, no need for the world to acknowledge him - Noah's laughter is pure joy and I am right beside him. That was more than enough.Time passed quickly. With the evening sun setting, a red-hot sky shone through the window. Eventually, Noah settled down beside me, appearing tired. After reaching for a soft blanket, I put him inside.“Rest for a while, sweetheart. We'll have dinner together when Daddy comes back home.”After looking at me with his round eyes, he nodded gently and then slowly closed his eyes. "Don't leave me alone, Mommy," a few seconds later, I was relieved.I held my breath. My heart was filled with the warmth of those uncomplicated words. I nodded as he drifted off to sleep, and then kissed his forehead."My beloved, I will never go anywhere again." Noah's resting place was the reason for my prolonged sitting on the sofa. The babysitter esc

Sienna's POV I stopped for a moment, pretending to fixate on the soup. Why? He said it with clarity, but there was a chill in my heart.I divided the hot soup into two bowls and placed them on the table after a few minutes. Then we started eating, and I was sitting facing him.I smiled when I first savored it. "It's still tasty," I said.As he chewed, Liam nodded and said, "It's not good. It tastes like home." While trying to understand his words, I glanced at him briefly. But his eyes were too warm, and too honest. I remained silent, waiting for the right moment to happen.During that time, the only sounds heard were the gentle scraps of spoons and bowls against the wooden table. The kitchen air was tranquil, despite the fact that my heart rate was still exceeding normal. I tried drinking more soup, trying to keep my balance.After a second glance, Liam corrected his gaze and whispered, "I thought this taste was only present when you were cooking."

Sienna's POV I whispered, "He's mature enough, doesn't he?" With a single glance towards the same direction, Liam nodded in agreement. "It's too fast to judge. But I'm proud." I nodded slightly, my gaze fixed on the classroom door that had recently swallowed this little creature. It was so beautiful. There was an odd sensation in my heart - pride, happiness, and some discomfort. It felt like yesterday when I taught him how to hold a spoon properly, but now he's big enough to walk into his classroom and not look back.Standing beside me, Liam was silent and didn't speak much, but his presence alone reassured me. We were still in the cool morning air, but the sun was heating up our skin. There were more children coming in, with some running around and others crying to have their hands on him again. A familiar rhythm of soothing parents, teachers, and swift movement of children arose in this morning.I breathed deeply, striving to keep the tension in my mind. On

Sienna's POV Within a few minutes of Liam's departure, I was still in my seat, ogling the remains from inside me. As the café became more bustling, glasses clinked, laughter broke out, and an espresso machine hummed up. My thoughts persisted at the table, lingering on despite the gentle conversations and unsettling looks. The silence was too much to articulate.My mind took a deep breath, trying to keep my focus level. I should have felt relieved. At last, there was no longer any sense of anger or regret. Still though, I felt the feeling. It's possible that I wasn't entirely sure about our relationship after this. Possibly due to my persistent hesitation to trust once more, I had lost all faith.I reflected on the cup in front of me, reflecting on an earlier moment. The softness of Liam's eyes, his silent expression, as if he recognized my lack of readiness. That should have been enough. It was clear to me that a relationship like ours, which had been broken and now b