All Chapters of Forgotten Wife: My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left: Chapter 281 - Chapter 290

Liam’s POV We stepped out of the restaurant, and the warm midday breeze greeted us as the glass door closed behind us. Sienna stood beside me, holding the bag and the books she had just bought. She looked calm, a little tired, but her eyes carried something different, a certainty I hadn’t seen in months.We stopped on the sidewalk in front of the restaurant, where several taxis were lined up. The city was busy, yet for us, everything seemed to slow down.“Are you sure you don’t want me to take you home?” I asked again. Honestly, I didn’t like letting her go back alone. I knew she could handle it, but something in me always felt the need to make sure she was safe.Sienna gave a small smile gentle but firm. “It’s okay, Liam. I can take a taxi. You still have to go back to the office, right?”I nodded, even though part of me wanted to find an excuse to stay with her a little longer. But I knew that if I pushed too hard, she would feel uncomfortable. Sienna was tryi

Liam's POV I asked about the visual concept, requested color simulations, and made sure the shooting duration wouldn’t disrupt other agendas. I did everything in a flat, focused tone, as if Emily were just one of many models who had sat in this room before.Yet every time she spoke, there was a brief pause inside me. Not because of longing no but because my mind recognized old patterns before my heart could remind me not to react. I locked my expression in place, maintaining a safe distance.Daniel wrapped up the presentation, sliding his laptop aside. “Overall, that’s the concept. We want to make sure everyone agrees before moving on to the contract stage.”Emily’s manager nodded. “From our side, the schedule is still adjustable. Emily is open to two shooting days, as long as the concept remains consistent.”I crossed my arms, looking at the projected schedule table. “Two days makes sense. But I want a backup option for one additional day to anticipate weather

Liam's POV Viola appeared again. “Sir, Emily and her manager were waiting by the elevator earlier. They asked me to give this to you.” She handed me a business card.A business card that was completely unnecessary because I’d had Emily’s contact since long ago.“Thank you,” I said shortly.I took the card and stared at it for a fraction of a second too long. Emily’s name was printed neatly, followed by the logo of a new agency bigger, more prestigious than the last one I remembered. As if it wanted to emphasize one thing: she hadn’t come as the past. She had come as a professional who was rising again.Viola was still standing in front of me, her iPad held to her chest, her eyes catching that brief pause. Too short to be called awkward, but long enough to be noticed.“Is there anything I should convey to the marketing team, Sir?” she asked carefully, her tone as neutral as ever.I shifted my gaze away from the card and shook my head slowly. “No. The

Sienna's POV I slowly turned the next page, but my eyes lingered more on Noah’s face than on the pictures. His eyelids were starting to feel heavy, though he was still trying to keep them open. His fingers clutched the edge of my sleeve, a small habit that always appeared when he was about to fall asleep.“Mommy,” he called softly, his voice growing hoarse.“Hmm?” I replied without stopping my reading.“If the fox is tired is he allowed to rest?”I smiled and lowered the book slightly. “Yes. He is. In fact, he has to.”“Why?”“Because if he keeps forcing himself to walk, his legs will hurt,” I explained gently. “And if his legs hurt, he won’t be able to help anyone.”Noah thought for a moment, then gave a small nod. “That means like Mommy too, right?”I paused for a split second. “Why Mommy?”“Because sometimes Mommy looks tired, but still smiles,” he said innocently.My chest warmed and tightened at the same time. I took his hand, hold

Sienna's POV Noah giggled. “Daddy is important. Mommy too.”I laughed softly. “Then that makes Noah the most important.”“Why?” Noah moved closer, his eyes bright with curiosity.“Because you’re the one who makes this house lively,” I said, taking his hand and pulling him closer to the sofa.Noah hugged his robot tightly. “If Noah wasn’t here, would Mommy be sad?”I nodded without hesitation. “Very sad.”“Daddy too,” Liam added quickly.Noah smiled in satisfaction, then stood up again and moved his robot around. “When the robot does this, it means he’s saving the city!”“The city from what?” Liam asked.“From tired monsters,” Noah answered seriously.I laughed softly. “Tired monsters?”“Yeah. Monsters that make people tired and sad.”Liam and I exchanged a glance. There was a brief silence not awkward, but warm. As if Noah’s answer wasn’t just a child’s imagination.“Noah’s robot is amazing,” I said. “It can chase those monste