Semua Bab Forgotten Wife: My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left: Bab 321 - Bab 330

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

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

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

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

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