All Chapters of Forgotten Wife: My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Sienna’s POV I stepped out of the kitchen and my eyes immediately found Noah sitting cross-legged in the living room. His small frame hunched over the tiny table, crayons in hand, busy scribbling on his drawing paper. I walked slowly, making my way toward him. “Noah,” I called softly. He didn’t respond, but smiled when he realized I was there. There was a simple, innocent joy in his smile that warmed my heart, if only slightly. “What are you drawing?” I asked, crouching beside him. Without hesitation, he held up the paper and showed it to me proudly. “This is my family.” I looked at the drawing. There were three figures, sketched with bright, cheerful colors. In the center, a small child with the name Noah written above him. On the left, a man with black hair and a tie—clearly Liam. And on the right… a woman with long hair in a red dress. Emily. Her name was written, too. I wasn’t in the picture. I wasn’t part of that family. My smile faded instantly, though I quickly masked

Sienna’s POV I was still curled up under the blanket, wishing I could get through the morning without having to face anyone. But that wish dissolved the moment I heard a knock at the door. “Sienna,” Liam’s voice came through, flat and devoid of any compassion. “Get breakfast and the picnic packed. We’re going out.” My eyes flew open. It took a few seconds for the words to fully register. I tried to respond with a hoarse voice, “I… I’m sick, Liam. I have a fever. Can’t you ask one of the maids? I really need to rest.” But all I heard was a long sigh from the other side of the door, followed by his voice, louder and colder this time. “I asked you to do it, not someone else. Everything needs to be ready in an hour. Don’t make excuses.” His footsteps faded down the hall—no questions, no concern. I could only cover my face with my hands. I wanted to cry, but even tears wouldn’t come. Maybe I’d run out of strength for that too. My body was still trembling as I slowly forced myself

Sienna’s POV I stopped at the entrance of the supermarket. My body still felt tired, but my mind refused to rest. Tomorrow would be the last day—my final day in this house, in their lives. But I didn’t want it to be a sad farewell. I wanted to end everything gently, like the final episode of a favorite drama—one that leaves you with both a smile and tears. Not with wounds. Not with anger or sharp words that would haunt them—or me—forever. So I walked in, pushing the cart slowly. The mall lights were harsh on my eyes, the sounds of running children, store music, and discount announcements never felt this foreign before. I stopped at the meat aisle. I picked out a cut of beef—Liam’s favorite, back when I used to cook beef wellington for him. I paused, staring at it. It had been a long time since I cooked with love for him. At the vegetable rack, I grabbed carrots and baby potatoes. I remembered how much Noah loved my mashed potatoes—he once said the texture reminded him of clouds.

Sienna’s POV This morning felt different. I woke up earlier than usual, even before the sun greeted my bedroom window. My body was still tired, but a strange, flickering energy stirred in my chest. Maybe it was because today… I wanted to give them one last beautiful memory. Something warm. Something sweet, even if I knew they might not remember it for long. I started by heating the oven, pulling out the marinated beef I’d prepared the night before. My hands moved swiftly in the kitchen, cooking one dish after another—each of their favorites. Stir-fried shrimp, egg corn soup, fresh salad, and Noah’s favorite: chicken wings. I even made stuffed sandwiches for a late-night snack. While the food was baking, I washed Noah’s favorite blue dinosaur blanket. It had been a while, and I wanted him to sleep tonight wrapped in something clean and fragrant. Then I ordered a chocolate cake from our usual bakery. It was meant for Noah’s upcoming birthday—but tonight, I just wanted there to be so

Sienna’s POV The door creaked softly as I opened it. Noah’s room was just as always: his toy shelf a little messy, his dinosaur blanket half-hanging off the bed, and his crescent-shaped night light casting a dim, sleepy glow. But what caught my attention first was a shiny object on the small table by his bed. Transformer X-10. Gleaming. Brand new. Its bright blue eyes glowed, its metallic body sleek and solid. I stared at it in silence. This was the robot Noah had been dreaming of—and Emily was the one who gave it to him. I pulled another box from a shopping bag. My own Transformer X-10. Identical model. The only difference was the color—Emily’s was metallic blue, mine was a warm maroon. I chose that color because Noah once said red looked like fire, “like a brave hero.” I examined both robots, now standing side by side. They looked like brothers. Only… one already had a place in his heart, and the other might never be touched. I took a deep breath and gently placed my gift next