All Chapters of Forgotten Wife: My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Sienna's POV “Yes! It’s sturdy!" He knocked on the block with pride. The tower shook a bit. I naturally stopped breathing. Noah did well. We stayed. It kept standing. Noah let out a breath of relief then chose to place a red square at the peak. "That’s the flag!” I stared at him in admiration. "Wow how romantic. A castle flying a flag. The king residing there must feel very proud.” Noah scowled. "This doesn’t look like a fortress.” I narrowed my eyes. "So who does this castle belong to?” He raised his head as though the solution was the thing imaginable. "Mommy’s castle.” My heart quickly softened, dissolving like ice, beneath the sun. “Mommy’s fortress, huh?" My tone nearly quivered. “Noah wishes for Mommy to become a queen," he went o

Sienna's POV I gave a nod even though that wasn’t the conclusion I was aiming for.Liam inclined his head attempting to understand what my quietness meant. "Hey, feel free to be truthful. I won’t get angry.”I gave a bitter chuckle. "I simply don’t want the events to repeat themselves.”“Which section?" Liam inquired softly despite being aware.“Five months back, when she returned." My tone faltered. "When she confessed she was still in love with you. When everything between us became complicated because you were uncertain about what to do.”Liam appeared, his eyes shutting momentarily in remorse.“Sienna," he moved nearer, clasping my hand. "At that time I was naïve. I didn’t understand how to confront my history.”I ingested.“But I’m no longer that man," he went on. "Now I understand what I’m defending. What I won’t let slip away.”I gazed at him.

Sienna's POVThis morning seems more peaceful than normal. Perhaps it’s because I had a night’s sleep. Perhaps it’s because Liam stayed next to me throughout the night. I’m not sure. All I’m certain of is that when I step into the kitchen my heart continues to feel warm.I can still sense the imprint of his fingers from the moment my eyes first opened today. Liam remained asleep, his breathing gentle and steady. I couldn’t find the heart to rouse him. It was, like observing someone who’s always been resilient finally finding repose.I wrap my light cardigan tighter around myself as my feet meet the kitchen floor. The sun hasn’t completely come up. Its warm golden glow has already slipped through the kitchen curtains shimmering on the polished pots and pans. The house seems vibrant. It feels like a home, not just a fleeting refuge.I pull open the fridge. Grab the ingredients we purchased yesterday. I’ve already prepped and divided the ch

Sienna's POV Liam gave a smirk, a subtle lift, at the edge of his mouth almost imperceptible unless closely observed.“Alright, alright. I’m on my way.”I accompanied them to the entrance. The crisp morning breeze flowed inside chilly yet invigorating. Noah hopped a bit before slipping on his shoes. Liam knelt to assist him with the laces when Noah had trouble. Watching him so composed, patient and caring always filled my heart with a warmth I couldn’t fully describe.“We’re heading out," Liam remarked as he got up and grabbed the doorknob.Noah sprinted back over to me for an embrace. "Bye, Mommy!”“Bye, sweetheart. Have fun at school.”Liam remained upright next, to me evidently expecting an answer. I offered him a smile. "Take care driving.”That expression returned more. Soft. A bit weary. A touch cozy?“Forever," he answered quietly, almost as if it was a secret,

Sienna's POV “We’d also want you to engage in the media," she adds. "You might share your journey, teaser excerpts or behind-the-scenes anecdotes. Readers enjoy feeling connected to their writers.”That aspect makes me anxious. I’m not someone who quickly steps into the limelight. However if that’s necessary to spread my message widely I’m willing to learn.The editor opposite me remarks "We also want to ensure the story stays compelling throughout. There are some parts where we added comments. Nothing significant just enhances some transitions and conversations, in chapters.”He slides a folder across to me. Upon opening it I see sticky notes adorning the sheets. Oddly I don’t feel offended or pressured. Rather I feel valued. Their intention isn’t to alter my voice but to aid in making sure my voice is expressed distinctly.“I will go over all these notes at the opportunity," I responded decisively.We also