All Chapters of Forgotten Wife: My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left: Chapter 401 - Chapter 410

Emily's POV Now I looked at it closely. The lines of his face yes that was clearly Liam. Those eyes, soft yet stubborn belonged to Sienna.The child who was once close to me when he was five years old.He even called me Mommy Emily then innocent and carefree.How ironic.The world is truly small.Now that child is close to Rachel.Rachel, whom I have guarded all this time. Rachel, the thing that has kept me standing in this big house. Rachel, who was never truly mine yet never allowed to be free. She grew up with every facility, every protection every boundary I built in the name of love. She might think I am too controlling. Too intrusive. She does not know what kind of world once brought me to my knees.She does not know what kind of family once took everything from me.If she falls in love with Noah it will not just be a campus story. It will be a threat. An opport

Rachel's POV I stood up from the dining chair with mixed feelings.Mom’s words were still echoing clearly in my head. Use your mind. Watch his reaction. Call Steven.My heart was beating strangely. I had never imagined I would have to test someone like this. But the past two weeks had nearly driven me crazy. Noah had been distancing himself. Every time I tried to get close, he always found a reason to leave first. The library? He had already gone home. The cafeteria? He said he had assignments. Even my texts were answered briefly and formally.As if I were just an ordinary classmate.I was still standing near the dining table when Mom gently set down her teacup. She looked up at me calmly, but always seemed to read more than I said aloud.“You’re still thinking about him,” she said flatly.I sighed. “I’m just tired, Mom.”“Tired because he’s pulling away, or tired because you don’t know why he’s pulling away?”I fell silent. Mom was always l

Noah's POVI don't remember walking from the parking lot to the classroom. My feet moved on their own. My mind was blank. My chest felt like something inside kept pressing outward relentlessly.The image of Rachel hugging Steven this morning kept replaying in my head. The way she smiled. The way she pulled him closer. The way Steven looked at her with certainty like Rachel truly belonged to him.Me? I was a spectator.I sat in my seat. The desk that a week ago felt like the best place in the world because Rachel sat beside me. Today it felt like a defendant's chair.My hand clenched on top of the desk without realizing it. I forced myself to open my laptop staring at the screen as if something important were there. In reality all I saw was the scene from this morning.She hugged him. Not because she slipped. Not out of reflex. She pulled him first.I exhaled slowly trying to steady my heartbeat t

Noah's POVI never thought I would end up in a club on a college day.The club's colored lights were flashing everywhere, the music was so loud it was vibrating in my chest and the room was packed with students laughing and dancing like they did not have a care in the world.Lucas tapped me on the shoulder. "Relax, you look like a kid who is lost."I told him honestly "I do not usually go to places like this."Gabriel started laughing. "That is what I mean. Life is not just about school and one girl who may not even like you back."I let out a laugh. "I told you it is not about that."Lucas raised an eyebrow. "Sure it is not about that."I could see the teasing smile on his face.We were standing near a table. The music was too loud to have a conversation. People were pushing past each other. The air was thick with the smell of perfume and alcohol.I watc

Sienna's POV The night grew later.The clock in the room showed near eleven but the noise of a front door still wasn't heard.I sighed for what felt like the hundredth time.These last few days, something has shifted with Noah. It wasn’t a big, clear shift but it was enough to keep my feelings as a mom uneasy all the time.He came home later. His answers were shorter. His gaze was often empty and his smile was no longer full.I sat on the couch with a paper in my lap. My lapt͏op was open on the table; the cursor blinked at the empty screen, like it was making fun of me.Focus on writing, they say.How could I focus when my son was like this?How can I maybe pay attention when my boy is like this?I looked at the computer screen for a bit longer, wishing a thought would pop up. Often, times like this were my greatest time to write. The home was calm, t