Forgotten Wife: My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 251 - チャプター 260

Sienna's POV Liam chuckled softly. “If Mommy likes it, you can become this house’s official chef.”“Really?” Noah’s eyes widened. “Chef Noah?”“Really,” Liam said firmly. “But chefs have to be patient. Soup can’t be forced to cook faster.”Noah nodded seriously, then stopped stirring. “Soup doesn't take too long, okay? Mommy will get hungry.”I held back a smile. His innocence hit my chest gently, pushing the day’s exhaustion and tension farther away. I noticed how Liam instinctively kept Noah at a safe distance from the stove, one hand always ready at the small of his back movements far too natural to be accidental. He didn’t say much, but his care was evident in every small gesture.Liam picked up another wooden spoon and stirred a second pot. “This one’s for Mommy. The other one’s for you. Mommy’s soup is softer.”“Because Mommy’s tired?” Noah asked innocently.“Yes,” Liam answered simply. “Mommy had a tiring day.”My heart gave a small ache.

Sienna's POV My stomach felt warm and happy when we were done eating. The food was really good. Noah had eaten a lot of food. He even finished two bowls of the corn soup that Noah made for us. That corn soup was delicious. Liam turned off the oven after we were done using it. Then Liam cleaned up some of the kitchen. I started picking up the plates and the forks and taking them to the sink so we could wash them.I said to Noah, “Do you want to help Mommy wash the dishes?”I looked at Noah when I asked Noah that.Noah turned around. His face was a mess. It was all covered in cake crumbs. He said "I do not want to do that Mommy. I have to eat my cake." Noah really wanted to eat his cake. His cake was very important to Noah.He went back to looking at the cake box that Liliana had bought. This cake box was really important to him now. The cake box that Liliana had bought had a lot of whipped cream and vanilla sponge in i

Sienna's POV “My friend and I just could not stop laughing. The laughter of my friend and I was really out of control. My friend and I were laughing hard at that moment. My friend and I had a good time laughing together.” I said, “alright.” Then I rubbed Noah's cheek. Mommy needs a minute to drink her coffee. Noah nodded like he really understood. Then he went back to the floor. He started making noises like an airplane. Noah was making those airplane noises again. He was having a time. Noah was really into making those airplane sounds. It was pretty funny to watch Noah making those airplane noises. Noah was having much fun making those airplane sounds. Liam leaned in close to me. He spoke in a soft voice. "You look really tired." Liam was being very gentle when he said that I looked tired. Liam said it like he really cared about me and Liam did not want to hurt my feelings when Liam told me that Liam thought I looked tired. I nodded a little. "I am feeling a bit better now th

Sienna's POV That morning began with a warm kind of bustle. Noah trotted around holding his bag, while Liam tried to button his shirt with one hand and fix Noah’s hair with the other. I chuckled softly watching such a simple scene, yet one that always managed to calm my heart.“Daddy, my hair isn’t grass!” Noah protested, swatting at his own head.Liam snorted with a laugh. “But you’re a little dinosaur whose hair is impossible to tame.”“I’m not a dinosaur! I’m a human!” Noah shot back, pouting.I slipped a piece of bread into Noah’s hand. “Alright, come on. We’ll be late.”The three of us finally headed out together. The morning roads were crowded with cars, but the atmosphere felt peaceful. Noah talked nonstop about his school assignment, about a friend who liked to steal pencils, and about his plan to make a new drawing to stick on the fridge. Liam and I exchanged glances and smiles. Our child truly brought life into our days.I looked at Liam when N

Sienna's POV The meeting finally concluded neatly that day. Chairs were pushed back, laptops were closed, and the tension that had been hanging in the air slowly dissolved. I stood and shook hands with Vina, the publisher’s representative who had supported me professionally from the very beginning.“Thank you, Sienna,” she said sincerely. “Your decision was clear and well-directed. We’ll wait for your update regarding the new cover concept.”I nodded. “Thank you as well for respecting my opinion.”We exchanged smiles before parting. My steps felt lighter as I left the meeting room like an old burden had finally been lifted, not just about the book, but about having the courage to stand by my own choices.I walked down the publisher’s corridor more calmly than when I’d arrived that morning. The glass walls on my right reflected my own image a face that looked tired, yet more upright. Something had changed, subtly but unmistakably. As if I had just signed an unwri