All Chapters of Forgotten Wife: My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Sienna's POV The room became quieter when I glanced at her. The outside noise echoed with only the faint sound of traffic, while inside they were simply talking to two friends who had been through a lot.It dawned on me that Livia was more than just an editor or a writer.She witnessed all aspects of my life, from the time I wrote out of frustration to the moment I dared to write truthfully.After hearing her words, I retreated to my chair. My writing always made me cry, not because of sadness but because I felt someone understood my words. The pain, loss, and hope that I had concealed between the lines had somehow reached out to another person. How fortunate! It was magical.I breathed deeply, examining my fingers as they stretched. Memories of prolonged writing nights, such as dim desk lighting, typing in silence, and iced coffee always seem to fade away before I could finish. It was as though each moment had been part of a long journey and now it feels all t

Sienna's POV I experienced a gentle stroll that afternoon. The sun had begun to move towards the west, and its golden rays were spreading across the pavement. As the breeze gently blew into my hair, I could smell coffee and toast from the rows of cafés in this street. Walking slowly, I embraced my small bag and let the thought slip away in an unfocused manner. I couldn't shake off the words from Livia:Your words suggest that you have found peace with yourself.Maybe she was right, I thought. At one point, my movements were so rapid, I felt like I was walking in an endless loop.It's possible that it was my initial encounter with someone I had not seen in a long time.The colors of the sky were softly changing, the shadows of trees gliding across the pavement, and strangers' laughter provided comfort. It was not just a matter of observation.A small bookstore situated at the corner of the street was where I stood. Several new novels were showcased in the win

Sienna's POV I left the supermarket with two shopping bags and admired the evening sky, which was muted golden orange in color. I looked at the watch on my wrist. It was almost three o'clock. Then it hit me. Noah.He started attending the new school today.Liam was supposed to pick him up, but the urge to put his face first made it difficult for him. I glanced at the shoulder of the road, then raised my hand to signal a taxi that was approaching.The taxi sped through rows of shops and then traveled slowly through the city park. I crouched against the seat, observing the world outside the window. My heart sped away, an odd amalgamation of excitement and enthusiasm. My thoughts have shifted towards small moments that brought back my sense of vitality, rather than dwelling on work or the past. Taking my son home, writing and cooking.The ride was about twenty minutes long. The taxi rolled beneath the trees that lined the sidewalk in cool afternoon weather. The w

Sienna's POV I resorted to minor things, such as warming up the soup I bought, setting the dinner table, and possibly placing toast on my child's plate. It was obvious from the smell of warm food that he was so excited to see it and then invite Liam out for dinner.Just that snapshot brought a smile to my face.It could be that happiness was meant to feel authentic and peaceful, rather than being extravagant or unexpected.The taxi moved again. As Noah fell asleep, the lights of the nearby shops reflected off his face and began to dance across it. Then he slowly lifted his head towards me until it just lay on my arm. I gazed at him without pause, brushing his hair softly to prevent any disturbance. It had that tender pain in my chest, like the discovery of a lost part.I understood that this journey wasn't solely about returning home from school. It was symbolic, a new beginning for us, an emerging friendship, and reassurance that hope would slowly fill the empt

Sienna's POV As Liam looked down, I observed his face with a tightening of his jaw and he had stray hair. He was a softly glowing young man who had been exposed to warm light from the lamp above the table. I hadn't had the chance to really see him like this before. He was unlike him, but still had a certain demeanor. He remained the same stubborn man I knew until now, but with a gentle and quiet expression.While using his fork, Noah began to shape spaghetti into small letters on his plate.He exclaimed, "Mommy, this letter is the N!" "Don't try to mess around with your food, okay?" I replied. "Thanks, that's great." He sped away and said, "Just briefly," staring at me with his big pleading eyes.Liam chuckled softly beside him.“This time, we can pardon him,” he said in a lowly voice. He added, "The chef needs some entertainment after his hard work in the kitchen." I gave him a sharp look but couldn't resist chuckling. "You're ruining