All Chapters of Forgotten Wife: My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left: Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

Sienna's POV “Hmmm,” Noah thought hard. “Can that uncle draw dinosaurs?”Liam and I exchanged a look, then laughed together. “Maybe he can,” Liam said. “But Mommy writes books, not dinosaur pictures.”Noah nodded, apparently satisfied, then went back to stacking his Lego blocks with full concentration. His tongue stuck out slightly, a little habit that always made my heart melt.I leaned my shoulder against the sofa, right next to Liam. “The trip home took a while,” I said. “There was an accident on the road. Total traffic jam.”Liam frowned slightly. “Are you okay?”“I’m fine,” I answered quickly. “It just made me think about a lot of things.”He didn’t push. Just nodded softly. His hand shifted, resting on the floor near mine. Not touching, but close enough to be felt.I looked around our living room. Toys scattered everywhere, storybooks slightly crooked on the shelf, the warm glow of the lamp. A view that once felt unfamiliar now felt like part

Sienna's POV Liam burst out laughing, nearly choking. “See? That’s why you have to eat other things too. Daddy bought salad as well.”Noah stared at the bowl of salad as if it were an alien object from another planet. “But that’s leaves.”“Leaves that make you stronger,” Liam replied, putting on a serious face. “Superheroes eat all of this.”Noah huffed softly, but eventually took a small piece of lettuce with two fingers, eating it with a pout. I covered my mouth, trying not to laugh.“Good. See? You’re smart.”“I’m strong,” he muttered, though his expression clearly showed his reluctance.We kept eating, chatting, and joking. There was no tension, no heavy thoughts about work or meetings or the past, just the three of us, sitting around a small table that suddenly felt like the center of the world.I watched Noah, now chewing more slowly, his cheeks still slightly puffed. One hand played with his dinosaur toy beside his plate, as if the l

Sienna's POV I closed Noah’s bedroom door slowly, making sure there was no sound that might wake him. Then I walked into the living room, letting out a relieved breath when I saw that the house was finally quiet. The dim lights I had set up really helped create a cozy nighttime atmosphere.Liam was standing near the window, his phone still pressed to his ear. His tone sounded formal, clearly a work call. I waited while sitting on the sofa, tidying up a few pillows that had been left messy from Noah jumping around earlier before dinner.I leaned back against the sofa, feeling the cushion sink slightly under my weight. Liam’s low, controlled voice drifted from near the window, short, clear sentences filled with terms that, even without hearing them fully, I could already guess: deadlines, revisions, tomorrow morning. The world that had felt distant earlier slowly slipped back in through the cadence of his voice.I hugged a pillow to my chest. There was a time when tha

Sienna's POV We didn’t move right away. The embrace lasted longer than usual not because we were trying to hold time still, but because our bodies both understood that moments like this were anchors, small things that gave balance before life sped up again.I was the first to pull away, standing up while smoothing the wrinkles in my clothes. “I’m going to check the doors and windows,” I said, more as an excuse not to break contact too abruptly. Liam nodded, stood as well, and followed me as we made our way around the house at an easy pace. There were no heavy conversations. Just footsteps, brief touches when we passed each other, and small habits that felt familiar.In the kitchen, I washed my hands and poured myself a glass of warm water. Liam stood in the doorway, leaning his shoulder against the frame, watching me with an expression I couldn’t quite read somewhere between tired and content. “You seem more calm lately,” he said.I smiled as I took a sip. “Ma

Sienna's POV I giggled, grabbed a tissue, and wiped the corners of his mouth. “Look at you, a milk kitty.”Noah laughed. “Meoow,” he said, sticking out his tongue.Liam shook his head lightly, his smile never fading. “Every morning is always like this,” he said, looking at the two of us. “Noisy, but I like it.”I took a bite of my omelet, then replied lightly, “Better noisy than quiet.”Liam nodded in agreement. He picked up a piece of fruit from the center plate and placed it on Noah’s plate. “Eat this too.”Noah stared at the fruit for a long moment, then looked up. “If Noah eats it, will Daddy come home faster?”Liam and I exchanged a glance. Liam smiled gently. “Daddy will come home as soon as possible whether Noah eats it or not. But if Noah eats it, Mommy will be happy.”Noah considered it as if it were a very serious decision, then finally put the fruit into his mouth. His expression immediately changed. “Sweet.”“See?” I said with a prou