Semua Bab Forgotten Wife: My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left: Bab 341 - Bab 348

Sienna's POV As soon as Noah came out through the school gate, his face lit up like a lamp being switched on. His backpack bounced lightly against his back as he ran toward me.“Mommy!” he shouted.I crouched slightly and opened my arms. Noah threw himself into me, hugging me tightly, his cheek pressed against my shoulder. Ah this little hug could always fix my day, no matter what happened.I tightened my embrace, letting his small body linger against my chest a little longer. Noah always hugged with his whole heart no hesitation, no holding back. As if the world consisted of only two people at that moment: him and me. I breathed in slowly, catching his familiar scent a mix of children’s soap and a faint paper smell from his schoolbooks.“Easy,” I murmured with a smile, my hand rubbing his back in a soothing motion. “Mommy’s still here.”Noah finally loosened his grip, but his hand stayed curled around the hem of my shirt. He looked up at me, his big eyes s

Sienna's POV “Mommy, play the song Daddy likes!”I chuckled. “Why does it have to be Daddy’s song?”“Because Daddy’s coming home todayyy, Mommy has to remember that!”“All right,” I gave in, turning on Liam’s playlist soft acoustic music that always made everything feel comfortable.We drove toward the supermarket.The supermarket wasn’t too crowded this afternoon. The white lights were bright, making the fully stocked shelves gleam neatly. Noah immediately grabbed a child-sized shopping cart he often used to ‘help’ with groceries.“Mommy, I’ll carry the cart!” he said proudly.“Sure. But don’t crash into the shelves again like yesterday.”“That wasn’t on purpooose,” he muttered, cheeks puffed out.I laughed and ruffled his hair. “Come on, let’s start with the vegetables.”We walked down the aisles. Noah pushed his little cart, occasionally stopping to look at things we didn’t really need, like colorful crackers or soda.I picked up a

Sienna's POV Noah was already standing beside me, wearing a small dinosaur-print apron he had somehow put on by himself without me noticing when. He tugged the apron down, as if making sure it looked neat. “Mommyyy, Noah is ready to be the number one chef!” he shouted, lifting a tiny spatula into the air like a knight raising his sword.I couldn’t help but laugh. “Wow, Mommy feels very safe with Chef Noah here. So, where do we start?”“Noah wants to crack the egg!” he said confidently.I held my breath. Past experience suggested the egg would end up more on the table than in the bowl. But seeing his wide, sparkling eyes, it felt impossible to refuse.I pulled a small chair closer to the kitchen counter and slid a large glass bowl to the center. The kitchen that afternoon was filled with golden light from the window, reflecting off the countertop and the prepared cooking tools. The faint scent of freshly chopped garlic lingered in the air, mixed with th

Sienna's POV I opened my eyes slowly, letting the scent of coffee fill my lungs. There was something soothing about this small routine: the same movements, the same sounds, every afternoon when Liam was home, or even when he wasn’t. As if my body had memorized it long before my mind ever doubted.I carried his cup to the dining table, placing it exactly where he liked it. The chair on the right side of the table. Reflex. Always there. I even kept the slightly scratched wooden coaster left from when Noah used to bang it with a spoon while laughing, and Liam had only shaken his head and said, “Just leave it. It’ll become a memory.”I set the plates, took the salad from the fridge, checked the chicken in the oven. The skin was turning a perfect golden color, the aroma of rosemary and lemon blending softly. I smiled in satisfaction. Today everything was going well. Too well, maybe.My thoughts briefly drifted to Liam’s message from that morning. Short. Warm. But ther