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All Chapters of Forgotten Wife: My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left: Chapter 321 - Chapter 330

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Liam's POV “Emily,” my voice was low, trying to remain polite. “We’re working. This isn’t-”“I know,” Emily cut in quickly. “But we used to be like this. Sitting together. Eating together. You always kept me company.”I closed my eyes for a moment. The memories surfaced on their own, long buried, and I had no intention of unearthing them again.“That was before, Emily. That was then. Things are different now.”Emily leaned back, a faint smile playing on her lips, hard to decipher.“Different for you. Not for me.”I clenched my jaw to keep my emotions in check.“I don’t want to give false hope. I’ve already told you Sienna and I are back together. I don’t want to repeat the same mistakes.”Emily stared at me for a long time.There was something in her eyes: frustration, anger, hurt, maybe all of it mixed together.She didn’t answer right awa

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Liam's POV “Emily, I’m not eating here. I’m going back to my room.”She looked up at me, her expression stiffening. “You’re going to leave me eating alone?”“I need to rest.”And more than that, I needed to leave before this situation became even more tangled.Emily leaned forward slightly, her chin resting on the back of her hand, as if I were today’s favorite show. The waiter returned with cream soup and toasted bread, then left quickly.For some reason, everything about Emily tonight felt staged. But I kept my expression flat. After a long day, I didn’t have the energy to dissect someone’s intentions.“I don’t want you to leave me,” she said, stirring her soup without really wanting to eat it. “Too many eyes are on me.”“What do you mean?” I asked shortly.Emily stared at me for a long moment, her eyes moving as if searching for something on my face. “You forgot, didn’t you? People know me too well. And I’m scared of that.”“I know

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Liam's POV I shook my head. “I’m not treating you like a stranger. I’m treating you like someone who used to matter but no longer stands in the same place in my life.”That made her shoulders tense slightly. She let out a short, bitter laugh. “You’ve always been good at wrapping rejection in words that sound mature.”“Maybe,” I answered honestly. “Or maybe I’ve finally learned how to say no without feeling guilty.”Emily stood up as well. Now we were facing each other, an arm’s length apart. I could smell the same perfume as the one I used to know, the one that once felt familiar. Now it felt foreign.“You know,” she said quietly, almost like a confession, “I didn’t come here to ruin your marriage.”“But the way you keep closing the distance does exactly that,” I shot back before I could stop myself. I exhaled and softened my tone. “I’m not accusing you. I’m just asking you to stop.”She turned her face away, looking at the table where untouched food s

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Emily’s POV I was still sitting in that restaurant even after Liam disappeared through the door, his footsteps fading away without a single glance back. The air inside felt cold whether from the air conditioning or my own anger slowly piercing my bones, I couldn’t tell. Since earlier, Liam had been like that, constantly pulling away, keeping his distance, as if I were some kind of threat. Yet before he was nothing like this. I tapped the table with my fingertips, the quick rhythm betraying the irritation I couldn’t suppress. The food in front of me remained untouched. All of this was pointless. The dinner, the conversation, even the small touches I’d tried earlier none of it made him look at me the way he used to. Back then, Liam always looked at me as if I were the only thing that made this world make a little more sense. His gaze was warm, attentive. Now? His eyes were empty, cold, calculating. As though I had to pass through layer after l

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Emily's POV I clenched my hand in my lap, my nails digging into my skin until a faint pain bloomed. At least physical pain was easier to face than this feeling of being sidelined. Liam was always good at it pretending to be calm, mature, as if all of this were merely professional. As if my feelings were nothing more than a minor inconvenience he needed to brush aside before returning to his “perfect” life.I exhaled softly. Sienna. That name again. The name he always used as a shield, a boundary, a reason not to look at me too long. Ironically, he never needed a reason to choose me before. Back then, a single glance was enough to tell him where he wanted to go after a long day. Now? I wasn’t even worth an hour of dinner without a moral lecture.I shifted my chair, leaning forward slightly. The glass of wine before me was still full. I lifted it to my lips, took a small sip, but it tasted bitter whether from the wine or my thoughts, I couldn’t tell. This restauran

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Emily's POV Sienna, who for some reason received more of Liam’s attention than she ever should have. Sienna, who suddenly made Liam protect her so fiercely. Sienna, who made the look in Liam’s eyes change.My blood boiled.I grabbed my bag and walked out of the restaurant, ignoring the curious glances from other guests. Willy followed behind me, still confused but no longer daring to ask questions.The long hotel corridor felt even quieter as Willy and I walked down it. The deep red carpet muffled our footsteps, while the dim wall lights made every shadow look more dramatic. This hallway was designed for silence, for VIP guests who needed privacy. And tonight, that silence became my ally.Liam’s room was at the end of the corridor. And right next to it, the room prepared for me.I stopped in front of Liam’s door and turned to Willy. His face was tense, as if he were holding his breath.“I want you to take as many photos as possible,”

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Emily's POV Liam was still standing in front of me, his face tense, the look in his eyes making it obvious he hadn’t enjoyed a single second of what had just happened. But that didn’t matter. What mattered was that later, the world would see him differently.“Are you still dizzy?” Liam asked, his voice sounding more tired than concerned.I lifted my face, putting on the most fragile expression I could manage. “I don’t know. Maybe. My head feels heavy.”“Do you want to go to the hospital?”Of course not. A hospital would ruin my plan.“No,” I answered quickly. “I just want to sleep for a bit.”“Then sleep in your own room.” His tone was firm.I looked at him, widening my eyes slightly, playing up a fear that didn’t exist.“I’m scared.” My hand clenched the edge of the sofa. “Lately I feel like there are people following me. At the airport at the hotel on the street.”Liam pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly not having the time for th

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Emily's POV The moment the click of the lock sounded, my fragile mask fell apart.This was the moment.I rose from the sofa. I hadn’t been dizzy even for a second from the beginning. I took out my phone and pointed the camera at my face, adjusting the angle so it captured part of Liam’s room, his suitcase, his jacket draped over a chair, his distinctive leather shoes.Then I slipped off my blazer and let my thin blouse fall slightly open, as if I’d dozed off without realizing. I took the first selfie, eyes half-closed, lips slightly parted, the lighting dim and suggestive.The second photo, lying on my side, the blouse sliding a little lower, creating a sensual illusion but “accidentally.”I smiled faintly at my screen, judging the second photo with sharp eyes, not the eyes of the fragile woman who’d nearly cried a moment ago. This wasn’t about feelings. This was about narrative. And I was the one writing it.I brushed my fingers along my neck slowly,

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Emily's POV I stood up and opened Liam’s wardrobe. Inside, several of his crisp white shirts hung neatly, perfectly folded.I took one.The shirt still smelled clean hotel laundry, not Liam but the camera wouldn’t know the difference.Quickly, I slipped off my own blouse and put on Liam’s shirt instead. It was oversized, falling loose over my shoulders. The collar stitching brushed against my collarbone, creating an intimacy that was far too easy to misinterpret.I took another photo in the mirror, smiling slightly, like a woman who had just woken up from someone’s embrace.Then a “candid” one staged, as if someone had secretly taken it.When I was satisfied, I sat at the edge of Liam’s bed, choosing the best shots, adding a soft filter so everything looked natural and romantic.And finally I posted one photo.Me wearing Liam’s shirt, my hair messy, Liam’s suitcase open in the background, his watch resting at the side of the bed.Caption: “O

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Liam’s POVThe moment Emily wrapped her arms around me from behind in the hallway, I held my breath, forcing myself to stay calm even though my head was pounding hard. There was something deeply off about her behavior today more than obsessive, more than an ex who couldn’t move on. Her expression was too staged, her reactions too dramatic, and the “coincidences” happening around us were far too perfect to be called coincidences.With one harsh breath, I tore her arms off me and turned to her with a warning glare.“Emily, you really need to stop. You're not like this normally.”Emily only stared at me with wide, watery eyes, like I’d just shattered her entire world. The act made me even more suspicious, but I forced myself to stay controlled. The hotel hallway had too many CCTV cameras. I didn’t want any reaction that could be twisted.“I’m just scared,” she whispered. Her voice cracked, but I couldn’t ignore how perfectly arranged it sounded. Like practice. Lik

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