All Chapters of Forgotten Wife: My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left: Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

Sienna's POV “There’s no such thing as slow when it comes to something meaningful,” he said calmly. “You’ve come a long way to get here. You deserve to enjoy the process, Sienna.”My heart felt warm in a gentle way, not burning, not sharp.“I was afraid you’d be disappointed when I refused to let Emily be my cover model,” I murmured.Liam took a deep breath, then gently brushed my cheek. “I’d be disappointed if you forced yourself into something that hurts you. As long as you choose what protects your family I’ll always support you.”I fell silent, letting his words settle deep in my chest. Protect you. Our family. There was a soft emphasis there, as if Liam wanted to make sure I truly heard it, not just let it pass by.“Sometimes I forget,” I said softly, “that I have the right to choose. In the past I gave in too often, until I no longer knew what I truly wanted.”Liam nodded, his thumb still brushing my cheek in small, soothing motions. “An

Sienna's POV Liam stepped closer, placing a hand on Noah’s shoulder, his gaze full of pride. “You did great today.”Noah smiled shyly, then looked at Bam, who stood a few steps away from us, clutching his new bag tightly. Without hesitation, Noah reached for Bam’s hand and said, “Come on, let’s go in. Together.”Bam looked at Noah as if he couldn’t quite believe that someone truly wanted to walk beside him. But then a small smile appeared on his face, warm and innocent. Hand in hand, they walked toward the classroom door.Something warmed inside my chest, like watching a gentle, hopeful new chapter opening right before my eyes.Liam and I stood a few steps away from the door, giving them space. I watched the small backs of Noah and Bam walking side by side, their steps not perfectly in sync yet, but close enough to adjust to each other. There was caution there, and courage still warm, like a small ember just lit.Noah glanced back at me briefly, as if to mak

Sienna's POV Our steps slowed on their own, as if the library had an unspoken rule that forced everyone to lower the volume of the world. Sunlight streamed through tall windows, slanting across the marble floor and the towering old wooden shelves. I had always loved this place calm without feeling lonely, full without feeling suffocating.“This smell,” I murmured softly. “It always makes me feel like I’m home.”Liam turned his head, his eyes sweeping the room. “Did you come here a lot before?”“Often,” I replied with a small smile. “When I didn’t know what to write. Or when my work was rejected. Or when I just needed a place to sit and think without being judged.”He nodded, understanding without asking more. We stopped near a large floor map. I pointed to the right. “The literature section is over there. But I also want to see the art collection. Maybe for visual ideas.”“Lead the way,” he said lightly.We walked side by side, not touching, yet the sp

Sienna's POV As soon as we arrived at the Italian restaurant Liam had chosen, the atmosphere shifted drastically from the quiet of the library. The air inside was warm and fragrant, a blend of basil, garlic, fresh tomatoes, and toasted bread. Large windows faced the busy city street, while the interior was filled with soft, golden-yellow light that made everything feel closer, cozier, more intimate.A waiter greeted us with a friendly smile and led us to a table near the window. Once we sat down, my gaze drifted outside. People passed by, cars rolled along the street, the wind stirred the leaves of small trees lining the sidewalk. It felt as if the world was moving more slowly for me today.“Hungry?” Liam asked as he opened the menu.I let out a long breath. “Starving. I think I haven’t eaten anything since this morning except coffee.”Liam only glanced at me, but I could read what was on his mind. If he’d said it out loud, I probably would’ve just shrugged

Sienna's POV “People who know me say that’s a compliment.”I shook my head, then looked at him again. “I don’t have all the answers yet, Liam. About this book, about my career, about us.”“I’m not asking for answers today,” he said quickly. “I just want you to know you’re not alone in looking for them.”There was a brief silence. The clatter of plates from the kitchen reached us faintly. I could feel my own heartbeat, clearer than before.“And Noah?” I asked softly, almost in a whisper. “Are you really ready for all of this?”Liam’s gaze grew deeper. “Noah is part of my life. Of us. He’s not a burden, Sienna. He’s a compass.”That word compass made my eyes sting slightly.I nodded slowly. “I just don’t want him to see us hesitating.”“That’s exactly why I’m here,” he replied. “So if we take a step forward, we do it consciously. Not out of fear, but out of certainty.”I let out a long breath, feeling something in my chest finally settle. This