All Chapters of Forgotten Wife: My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Sienna's POV I spotted Liam briefly. He looked at Noah with a look I couldn’t decipher as partly tender, somewhat sorrowful and a trace of optimism he seemed reluctant to express.“Maybe," Liam said reflectively "that vision could turn into reality someday.”I stopped stirring the eggs. Only, for a moment yet enough time for Liam to glimpse me.“Uh I suppose," Liam scratched the nape of his neck looking uneasy. "If you two are up for it. I mean, assuming Noah's mom agrees."Noah quickly raised both his arms overhead. "I want it! I want it!”I laughed softly though a weight clutched my chest. "You two are unbearable."Liam smiled broadly as though he had been caught drifting off in thought. He cleared his throat. Then busied himself with cutting apples as if intentionally shifting his focus.I flipped the toast, placed it on a plate and then moved the scrambled eggs into a bowl. It

Liam’s POVThe hallways of the hospital consistently carried a scent, a blend of disinfectant, chilly air and nervous tension that hovered like a faint mist. Each time I stepped into such a place a part of me clenched immediately. Countless painful memories remained here. Endless nights and defeats I wished to forget.Yet my pace remained swift, nearly hurried. The noise of my shoes striking the ground seemed loud, against the backdrop of buzzing machines and the nurses’ soft talks.Emily.The nurse mentioned that Emily was discovered unresponsive on the pavement outside our apartment building. No wallet, no ID only a phone, with a dying battery and somehow the sole contact number available was mine.Not her family. Not her friends. No one except me.A tiny fraction of me grew cold upon hearing that. Meanwhile another part seemed empty as though an existence I ought to have detached from was unexpectedly draw

Liam's POV Emily's contact caused me to tense up.In the past at some point I could have eased up. That’s not the case now. Not anymore.“I will ensure you are properly looked after," I stated calmly. “I cannot remain here.”“Why?" Emily begged. "Is she valued above me? That woman she took you away from me didn’t she?”Her words made me step back half a pace. “Don’t involve Sienna in this,” I answered firmly. “This happened long before she came into my life.”“I don’t trust you," Emily whispered, clutching my hand firmly. "I lost you on her account.”“Emily." My tone became deeper and more distant now. "You drifted away from me due to your decisions. It happened quite a while back.”She paused briefly. The tears continued to stream down her face. "Liam, I'm sorry. Could you allow me another opportunity?”I gently withdrew my hand from her hold.Emily appeared shoc

Liam's POV Willy nodded. A trace of bitterness flashed in his eyes. "I get it sir. I’m not requesting anything from you. I merely believed it was crucial that you were aware of the truth. Emily isn’t merely exhausted. She appears confused.”Quietness remained for moments.The gentle buzz of the air conditioner occupied the space like a burden settling in."And I need to be truthful, " Willy murmured softly. "Our reason for becoming the group of managers wasn't for the paycheck. We simply didn’t want her to collapse entirely without anyone realizing."I gazed at him attempting to discern the honesty on his face. An unexpected feeling of admiration welled up inside me. He wasn’t talking as a member of the agency. He was expressing himself as a person who truly cared.“I know you put your effort in," I remarked.Willy lowered his head. "Thanks. However we’re uncertain about any options. If she reje

Sienna's POVMy shopping basket gradually started to gather items, some vegetables, chicken I selected with care and various other dinner ingredients. I wasn’t sure if Liam would arrive home late or on time. I aimed to make something warm for him. For the three of us. Somehow the house seemed cozier these days like a chapter I could at last write on, without worrying it might rip.My basket grew fuller. Oddly my spirit felt unburdened. The soft glow of the grocery store lights mirrored on the floor producing an ambiance that made me sense ordinary. Serene. It had been ages since I experienced something this straightforward without the weight of stress pressing on my chest.I paused in the aisle. Vivid red apples were orderly displayed, shining as though just shined. I grabbed one and rotated it in my hand checking for any blemishes. Noah would enjoy these. He had been consuming fruit ever since I resumed cooking at home. It seemed yet signi