All Chapters of Forgotten Wife: My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left: Chapter 331 - Chapter 340

Liam's POV I let out a slow breath, forcing my voice to stay steady even though my entire body was tense.“Come on,” I finally said, carefully gripping her arm. “Back to your room. You need rest. After that, please leave me alone.”Emily didn’t say anything. She only lowered her head and let me guide her inside. I suspected it was part of her act. Once the door shut, I released her arm and took a long breath.“Listen to me,” I said quietly. “If you really don’t feel well, then sleep. But don’t leave your room. Don’t come looking for me again tonight. Tomorrow we both have work. And I need to focus, Emily.”Emily only curled up on the edge of the bed, wearing the saddest expression I’d ever seen. Whether it was real or fake, I was too tired to tell anymore.Without waiting for an answer, I walked straight to the door. As I reached for the handle, I glanced back.Emily was still sitting there, head lowered.Strangely, that made me even more uneasy.

Sienna's POV Noah waved his little hand before running through the school gate with light, bouncy steps like the whole world was on his side today. I stayed on the sidewalk, watching his tiny back until he disappeared behind the building. The morning air felt soft, carrying the lingering scent of toasted bread from the nearby houses. For some reason, warmth spread in my chest.I let out a long breath, smiling to myself. “Thank God,” I murmured. It felt like a huge weight had finally lifted off my life. Maybe maybe I really hadn’t been alone all this time.My phone vibrated.Instinctively, I looked down and the next second, my chest warmed when I saw the name glowing on the screen.Liam.I didn’t answer right away. Not because I hesitated more because something strange slipped in, a longing that suddenly became real with just one small buzz of my phone. As if the thousands of miles between us shrank in an instant.I swallowed softly, then slid my fi

Sienna's POV In the rearview mirror, the school gate grew smaller and smaller. And with it, I felt as though I was leaving behind one small, warm world entering another that demanded I be stronger.Today wasn’t only about a book cover.Today was about proving that I could still stand on my own feet, even when life had knocked me down over and over again.I looked back at the road and thought of Rudolf.Rudolf wasn’t just a designer. He was a kind of savior in an unexpected form. When I decided to return to writing and revive this book project, so many people had looked at me with doubt as if I was only playing with an old dream I should’ve buried long ago.But Rudolf didn’t.He read my manuscript drafts with seriousness. He asked about the meaning behind every chapter. He dug into the emotions, challenged me to be honest, and made me feel like my writing deserved to be born with a cover worthy of it.And I wanted to honor that.I wanted to arriv

Sienna's POV I decided not to go home right away. The warm feeling after seeing that book cover was still filling my chest, and somehow I wanted to share it with someone who truly understood how long and exhausting the process of writing my first book had been. And for some reason, the first person who came to mind was Liliana.Liliana had always been the place I returned to whenever I needed encouragement, or simply somewhere to talk without fearing judgment. She might be a firm, busy lawyer, but to me she was still the loud, nosy woman with a booming laugh who always managed to make my days better. I pressed the gas gently, letting the car glide out of Rudolf’s studio with a heart that still felt light. Even after the glass door closed behind me, the image of that cover stayed vivid in my mind the colors, the composition, the tiny details Rudolf had crafted so carefully, as if he truly understood my soul without me needing to explain it over and over again.

Sienna's POV I stared at Liliana for a few seconds, trying to swallow the warmth that suddenly rose in my throat. Liliana rarely looked this sincere without slipping in sarcasm, so seeing her eyes sparkle like that made my chest tighten but in a good way.Liliana set the cover back down on the desk carefully, as if it were something fragile that could shatter if handled too roughly. Then she scooted her chair closer and leaned forward.“Okay,” she said, her tone shifting into something more serious. “Now tell me everything. From the beginning. The cover idea, the process, and why you chose those elements.”I let out a small chuckle. “You sound like you’re interviewing a client.”“This is more important than a client,” she shot back. “Clients can lie. But art is honest.”I exhaled, then started telling her. About how Rudolf had pitched several concepts, about the nights I’d sat in front of my laptop weighing colors and fonts, and about how I wanted the cover