All Chapters of Forgotten Wife: My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left: Chapter 351 - Chapter 360

Sienna's POV Footsteps approaching made me flinch. I instinctively turned off my phone screen and gripped it tightly.Liam had just stepped into the living room, his face tired but wearing a warm smile. “Sienna? What’s wrong? You look pale.”I opened my mouth to ask, to cry, to spill all the questions whipping my soul. But just as I was about to speak. I stood frozen, my lips parted but not a single word came out. All the questions that had been screaming in my head collided at once, leaving my tongue numb. The phone was still clutched tightly in my hand, as if that small object could anchor me, keep me from collapsing right in front of Liam.He stepped closer, setting his bag down near the sofa. His jacket still hung on his shoulders, his hair slightly messy a sight that usually made me smile without thinking. But now, my chest only feels tighter. Every detail about him reminded me of those photos. Of the distance that suddenly felt so vast.“Wha

Liam's POV Morning came faster than I expected. The sun hadn’t even fully risen when I woke up. For a few seconds, I lay there still, feeling the tightness in my chest left over from a long and exhausting night.Then my eyes shifted to the figure beside me.Sienna was sleeping facing me, her face calmer than it had been last night. There were no tears on her cheeks, no trembling shoulders like when she cried silently in the dark. But the exhaustion was there clear as day. It was all because of me.I held my breath, trying to push away the guilt that kept slamming against my chest. I held my breath, trying to silence the guilt pounding inside me.Last night replayed in my head like a film running without permission. The way her hands trembled when she showed me the article. The way her voice tried to stay steady when she asked, “What is this?” as if she was afraid that even the slightest shift in tone would make our world completely collapse.I

Liam's POV I had just arrived at the office when the unease hit me again. The articles circulating last night, the clearly manipulated photos they kept haunting my thoughts. I didn’t care about public gossip. I didn’t care about the media.What nearly drove me insane was Sienna’s expression last night, her eyes filled with hurt and confusion.I couldn’t stay silent.I pushed open the door to my office, placed my briefcase on the desk, and immediately grabbed my phone. There was one person I trusted completely with matters like this.Tomas.My lawyer. The one who knew exactly how to handle media crises.I pressed his contact. He answered on the second ring.“Yes, Mr. Liam?” Tomas’s voice was firm as always.I took a deep breath. “Tomas, I need you to investigate all the articles that came out last night. Every photo of Emily and me.”There was a brief pause, as if Tomas was already pulling up files in his mind.“Understood. You want us to

Liam's POV “The reality that we still fit together. People can see it. They miss us, Liam.”I took a long breath, forcing myself not to explode.“Did you call the reporters here?”“No.” She shook her head gently while touching my arm. “But they came because they know there’s an interesting story.”I immediately brushed her hand away. Emily flinched.She stared at the hand that had pushed her aside, then let out a soft laugh not warm, but edged with subtle mockery.“You’ve changed,” she said quietly. “You never used to brush off my touch.”“Back then, I didn’t know how you liked to play your games,” I replied flatly.She rolled her eyes, then walked a few steps away, as if bored with the confrontation. But I knew every movement was calculated. Every pause. Every breath.“You’re too defensive,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. “I’m just letting the world see what’s already there.”“There’s nothing there,” I cut in sharply.

Sienna’s POVAfter Noah jogged through the school gate, waving his hand, I smiled for a moment, a smile that lasted only a few seconds before fading beneath the weight that had been pressing against my chest since last night.My hand remained raised a little longer, returning his small wave even though he had already disappeared behind the classroom door. I’ve always loved this moment, the simple one where the world feels normal. When my only responsibility is making sure his bag isn’t left behind and that he doesn’t forget to eat his lunch.Today, even that moment felt fragile.A few mothers stood not far from me, chatting as usual. Soft laughter drifted through the air. One of them glanced in my direction, then leaned in to whisper to her friend. I didn’t know if it was just my imagination or if they had already read the news.It felt like there was a giant label written across my forehead.Liam’s wife.I forced myself to walk toward the car. Each step felt heavier than it should h