Semua Bab Forgotten Wife: My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left: Bab 291 - Bab 300

Sienna's POV I stood and walked to the small workspace in the corner of the house. The desk was too neat for someone who was supposedly a writer. The laptop was closed, notebooks stacked, pens lined up neatly. I touched the surface of the desk, pulled out the chair, and sat down. My back rested against it, and for a moment I just stared blankly at the wall.There were many things I should have been thinking about. Things I should have faced. But for a few minutes, I allowed myself to do nothing. Not be a mother, not be a partner, not be a writer. Just be someone breathing, listening to her own house.My phone vibrated in the pocket of my sweater. I took it out and read a brief notification from the school parents’ group. Ordinary information. Schedules. Reminders. I replied as needed, then put it away again. That felt like enough for now.I stood up once more and opened the curtains a little wider. Light poured in, warming the room. Tiny specks of dust danced in the

Sienna's POV After finishing all my notes, I closed my laptop and reached for my phone. The clock on the wall showed a little past one. I had to be at Rudolf’s studio in two hours. If I left at two, I would arrive right on time.But there was one more thing I needed to do to let Liam know that I wouldn’t be able to pick up Noah.I let out a short breath before dialing Liam’s number. The first ring connected quickly.“Hello, love?” Liam’s voice sounded warm, as it always did.I felt a small wave of relief immediately. “Liam, are you busy?”“No, I just wrapped up a small meeting. What’s going on?” His tone shifted, more focused.I bit my lip. “I don’t think I can pick up Noah this afternoon.”There was a brief pause. “Okay. Why? Are you all right?”“I’m fine,” I answered quickly. “It’s just that I have an appointment with Rudolf. He agreed to meet today, at three.”Liam sounded like he was nodding. “Rudolf? Ah, that illustrator. It's good that

Sienna's POV There was a brief pause. The road ahead grew busier, tall buildings slowly replacing rows of small shops. The city center was getting closer. “Thank you, Liam,” I said at last, more quietly. “Really.” “You’re welcome.” I could almost picture the small smile on his face. “Let me know after the meeting, okay? No matter how it goes.” “I will.” We ended the call, but the warmth lingered in my chest. My breathing felt a little steadier. I refocused on the road. Glass buildings reflected the midday sunlight, making me squint. In the distance, signs for creative studios began to appear. I wasn’t there yet, but the distance no longer felt so far. I remembered the notes in my notebook, character concepts, color tones, the emotions I wanted to convey. All of it was real. All of it was mine. “This isn’t just about Rudolf,” I whispered to myself. “This is

Sienna's POV I left the studio with lighter steps. The nervousness was still there, but it had shifted into anticipation. That meeting hadn’t just gone well, it had gone far better than I’d imagined.And I smiled in relief. My book cover was finally on its way to being born.I paused in the hallway of the building, closing my eyes for a moment, letting every part of our conversation settle one by one.Rudolf was different from what I’d expected. I had thought he’d be cold, a perfectionist who was difficult to work with, or perhaps a self-proclaimed genius like so many famous illustrators. But he wasn’t. He was calm, direct, honest, and somehow, he felt safe. The way he read my character without many words made me feel truly respected as a writer.A feeling I rarely experienced.I leaned my back against the cool hallway wall, took a deep breath, then slowly let it out. My heartbeat still hadn’t fully calmed but no longer because of nerves.It felt

Sienna's POV The taxi finally began to move more smoothly. The road slowly opened up, leaving the accident site behind. As we passed it, I lowered my head briefly, as if paying respect to the moment I had just gone through.I reached into my bag, touching the sample cover book I had bought earlier. The cover was very simple, but its illustration radiated something I couldn’t explain. Rudolf was right, sometimes what’s strong is the very thing that looks fragile.My thoughts drifted back to the studio earlier.The way Rudolf paid attention to every detail as I spoke, the way he understood my intent from just one short sentence, the way he drew without unnecessary fuss all of it made me sure I had chosen the right person. He didn’t need many words to make me feel comfortable. And that made me feel valued.I looked at my reflection in the car window, eyes more alive than they had been that morning, a small smile that I didn’t know when it had appeared. Maybe I rea