Semua Bab Forgotten Wife: My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left: Bab 261 - Bab 270

Sienna's POV I looked straight at her. “You’re too strong for that. Too confident. Too accustomed to winning.”Her manager shifted slightly, as if wanting to intervene, but Emily raised a hand to stop him.“Are you insulting me?” she asked sharply.I smiled faintly not a mocking smile, but the smile of someone who was no longer afraid. “No. I don’t feel like I’m insulting you at all.”“Then what do you mean by saying I’m not suitable, manipulative, and…”I cut her off, my voice still low but firm. “I never called you manipulative. I only said you might be better suited to working with a writer who creates characters like that.”Emily froze, her eyes widening. “So you are insulting me.”I shook my head slowly. “No, Emily. You’re the one putting that label on yourself.”The air between us tightened. I could see anger swirling in her eyes, but I didn’t take a single step back.“You know,” I continued, my voice now colder, “wh

Emily's POV I stood with my back to Willy, still watching the city’s reflection in the glass. Silence hung thick and suffocating. Several seconds passed before I heard his hesitant footsteps approaching, as if afraid to disturb the storm that hadn’t fully passed.“Miss,” he called carefully.I didn’t answer.“This apartment feels too quiet when you’re like this,” he continued, trying to start a conversation without touching the flame of my anger. “Maybe you’d like to sit down? I can make some tea.”I chuckled softly, without humor. “Tea?” I turned halfway, looking at him through the glass reflection. “You think tea can fix a reputation that’s already being forgotten?”I swallowed. “I’m not saying that.”“Then what?” I finally turned fully to face him. “Say it. Don’t just stand there with that pitiful look on your face.”He exhaled, then lifted his head. “I think Miss is being too hard on herself.”Those words made me let out

Sienna's POV I chose to pick up Noah myself today. After everything that happened at the publishing office, my head felt too full, and somehow all I wanted was to see my son’s face. As if doing that would help my breathing return to normal.I sat in the back seat of the taxi, leaning against the seat while watching the streets pass by through the window. The hum of the engine was steady, soft enough not to disturb me, real enough to keep me awake. My hands rested on the bag in my lap, fingers unconsciously intertwined an old habit whenever my thoughts became too crowded.After the meeting at the publishing office earlier, I knew I wasn’t capable of driving myself. My head throbbed lightly, not from pain, but from too many things pushing to be thought through at once. Decisions, courage, and the shadows of the past blended together. So I ordered a taxi, choosing to sit quietly and let someone else carry my body to the next destination.The taxi driver turne

Sienna’s POVWe pushed the shopping cart slowly, passing tall shelves filled with colorful stationery. Noah looked incredibly excited, almost bouncing every time he found something he thought would suit Bam. I watched him with a warm feeling in my chest. Noah had always been gentle and empathetic since he was little, but seeing him today somehow made me feel proud. There was something different about him.“What about this one?” Noah lifted a pencil case with a big dinosaur printed on it.I chuckled softly. “I don’t think Bam likes dinosaurs. What does he like?”Noah shrugged, then turned back to the shelves. “I don’t know, but maybe just a green pencil case. Bam likes green. When we draw trees in class, he always picks the green crayon first.”I smiled widely. “Then let’s look for a green one.”As Noah moved along the shelves again, I held the cart and watched his small back bouncing under the store lights. A quiet swell of emotion settled in my chest. A chi

Sienna's POV At the table in the living room, Noah sat intently with scissors and tape beside him. Light blue wrapping paper was spread out, and one by one the items we had bought earlier were neatly grouped together: pencil case, notebooks, colored pencils, uniform, bag, new shoes, and a few other small things. He wrote Bam’s name on each little card he tucked in. His face was serious, as if he were carrying out an important mission.I glanced at him while stirring a pot of creamy chicken soup in the kitchen. The warm aroma slowly filled the air, making the house feel cozier and more alive. It was comforting after a long day outside to know there was no need to see anyone else, no challenging stares, no sharp comments.Every so often, Noah adjusted the ribbon on one of the gifts, then called out to me.“Mommy, does this look good?” he asked, pointing at a slightly crooked bow.I chuckled softly. “It looks great. Bam will definitely be happy.”Noah smil