All Chapters of Forgotten Wife: My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Sienna’s POV Noah's words made me burst into sheer happiness. With ease, Noah could fill the air between us and make our home feel like a new place in heaven.For a moment, Mrs. Wilson looked at me like I was saying something.I could see her gratitude through her gentle smile. The fact that this small family finally found themselves at the same dining table after years of being apart is a wonderful sight to behold.We sat together. At the far end of the table, there was Liam, Noah and myself facing Mrs. Wilson. At first, it felt like a complete family, something that had never happened to me for ages.As she poured soup into my bowl, Mrs. Wilson said, "Sienna, I heard you're back to writing. What happened?”"I looked at her with some astonishment, and she said yes," I could. “I've just completed a manuscript for securing prestigious writing competitions.”"I'm glad to hear that," she exclaimed softly. "Liam, I heard you." Your writing abilitie

Sienna's POV Mrs. Wilson, “Now in charge of spoiling Noah for you.”Her reply was as Mrs. Wilson looked at her grandson with a soft and loving gaze."Grandma, I'll never want to be spoiled," Noah quipped. Tomorrow I will be there for Mommy!" I smiled warmly. “Oh yeah? Sweetheart, how will you assist Mommy? Please answer.”“Bake cakes!” Excitedly, he exclaimed, "This is the same spoon I gave to my Grandmother today!" He continued waving his spoon.Everyone laughed. "That's a great idea," Mrs. Wilson nodded in agreement. “If you come back next time, we will be cooking together.”Noah exclaimed, "Yeah, good," while clapping his hands. "Daddy has to come in and assist me." Then proceed further, adding, "Okay, that's okay!" Liam displayed a serious attitude. "Daddy might have to taste the outcome?" Noah quickly responded with a "no" and an angry expression. "Daddy has to stir! Otherwise, the bread will burn!" Our laughter burst out again

Sienna's POV It was a quiet morning. The only sounds heard were the chirping of birds outside the window and the gentle breeze that passed through the curtains with half its length. Standing near the sink, I gazed at my reflection in the kitchen mirror that had a slight fog. Although I experienced slight puffiness under my eyes, the morning was relatively lighter.I remember Liam's eyes and the warmth of his touch that Mrs. was able to appreciate last night. Wilson's soft laughter, and Noah's noakes in his sleep, even when he dreams. All of it seemed like fragments of a life that had been lost, slowly being reconstructed.Footage echoed out of the living room. As I turned, I observed Liam entering the kitchen wearing a gray t-shirt and casual pants, with his hair bunted up. His hand held a slice of toast. "Morning," his voice beats with sound, as though he was sleeping heavily.I smiled softly. “Morning. You're up earlier than usual." "Understood, not at all,"

Sienna's POV Noah's face became too serious to hold his father' s hand while he said, "Deal!" Without realizing the truth, I just smiled. It had that enticing feeling of being with such close, warm hands once again, without the invisible distance between us.The only language Liam knew was silence, and he would be stiff in the mornings. Nevertheless, the barrier between us had started to crumble gradually.He finished one last cup of coffee and then looked back at me. "If you ever want to go on a vacation, I'll take you to the airport." I gazed upwards, taken aback but relieved. “Let’s go with you?" With a stoic expression, he smiled softly. "No. My sole desire is for you to leave with a sense of tranquility. That's all." I nodded softly. “Thank you." "Noah wants to take Mommy too!" Noah's voice filled with delight. "I'll give you the biggest hug before we depart." My lips softened as I smiled at him. "Let's just leave that hug, okay?"

Sienna's POV Upon finishing the phone call, I felt warm and cozy inside. I sat on the front porch once more, sipping hot tea. Small birds swarmed the trees, and schoolchildren's laughter played out loud in the distance.My tea was slowly ingested. The taste was soothing.The garden was lightly dampened by the morning wind, which swept the leaves.Shadows glimmered across the porch floor as sunlight illuminated the branches.So I sat down in the wicker chair, quietly watching time go by without any distraction.On the tiny table, I found a notebook and pens that were new to me. I stared at them for a while before making contact. Although my fingers were a little peevish, it was time to start over today. It felt like a new beginning upon opening the blank page.My slow writing this morning centered on the moment when Noah laughed to himself during breakfast and how he hugged me before leaving. My handwriting initially rattled, but it gradually gr