Todos los capítulos de Forgotten Wife: My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left: Capítulo 371 - Capítulo 380

Sienna's POV I can faintly hear Liam’s laughter from his office. I imagine him reading emails or joking with a business partner. We’re not young anymore, but our relationship feels more mature now. More steady. We once nearly lost our direction. We once sat facing each other in heavy silence. We once questioned whether love was enough. It turns out love alone isn’t enough. But love that is nurtured that’s what brought us here. I spin the chair to face the bookshelf again. The row of novels with my name on their covers feels like proof that I am not only a wife or a mother. I am still me. Still a woman with dreams and a voice. Now with Noah stepping into a new chapter of his life, the space inside this house has changed. It is no longer filled with teenage schedules and noise. There is empty space. Space I always postponed filling. I stand and walk to the small window in the corner of the room. The afternoon light filters in gently, touching the desk, illuminating a blank sh

Noah's POV I never thought a room could feel this big.My first class.The space was filled with the sound of chairs scraping, nervous laughter, half-whispered conversations from people just like me freshmen trying to look calm when they clearly weren’t.I sat in the middle row, choosing a seat that wasn’t too close to the front but not too far back either. Neutral. Safe.My arms were crossed, but my legs wouldn’t stay still. My heel tapped lightly against the floor, over and over.Calm down, Noah.You’re just in college.Not walking into a battlefield.Still, it felt strange. As if I had stepped into a world I didn’t recognize at all. No teacher called my full name. No old friends who already knew my habits. No Mommy standing at the gate.Everyone here had a new beginning. I didn’t know which version of myself I was supposed to be.I took a deep breath, trying to steady my heartbeat that felt slightly faster than usual.You’ve d

Noah's POV Rachel leaned back in her chair. “I like how businesses work. I want to build something one day. A company, maybe an organization. But I want to lead.”Her tone wasn’t arrogant. Just certain.I turned to her. “You already know you want to lead?”“Why not?” she replied casually. “If you’re afraid to stand in front from the start, when will you ever be ready?”I fell silent again.The question was simple, but it felt directed straight at me.Arga nodded, impressed. “Ambitious.”Rachel smiled faintly. “Realistic.”Then Arga looked at me. “What about you, Noah?”I swallowed before answering. “I want to continue my family’s business.”That was the easiest answer.The safest one.Rachel looked at me not judging, just curious.“That sounds big,” she said softly.“Kind of,” I replied briefly.“Do you want to?” she asked again.The question made me stop.Want to?I want to make my parents proud. That’s c

Noah's POV “Wow.” Rachel murmured softly. Tall shelves stood neatly in rows. A few students were already seated at long tables, focused on their laptops and notes. “I like places like this,” she said. “Sounds like you’re the type who likes reading.” “And you?” I smiled faintly. “I prefer people who like reading.” She glanced at me briefly, then shook her head with a smile. We chose a table near the window. The afternoon light streamed in gently, making the atmosphere feel warm despite the cool room. Rachel opened her bag, taking out her laptop and notebook. I did the same. For a few minutes, we truly focused on reading the material the lecturer had assigned earlier. Only the soft sound of typing and pages turning filled the air. But every now and then, without meaning to, I glanced at her. The way she furrowed her brows when thinking. The way h

Sienna's POV The sound of the front door opening nearly made me drop the spoon I was using to stir the soup.“He’s home!” I exclaimed reflexively, even though there was clearly only one person I’d been waiting for since this afternoon.Liam, lounging casually in the living room, raised an eyebrow. “You’re more nervous than the one who just started college.”“I’m just excited,” I shot back quickly, then almost ran toward the door.Noah had just taken off his shoes when I was already standing in front of him.“Are you tired? How was your first day? Are the professors strict? Are the classes hard? Did you get lost? Do you have a lot of assignments?”Noah froze with one shoe still in his hand.“Mommy, take a breath first,” he said, holding back a smile.I realized I hadn’t actually taken a breath since I started asking questions.“Sorry,” I muttered, but I kept staring at him curiously. “So?”“Good,” he answered shortly.“Good how?”