All Chapters of Forgotten Wife: My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left: Chapter 431 - Chapter 440

Rachel's POV The conversation slowly began to fade. The dessert bowls around the table were almost empty now.A few minutes later, the dessert was completely finished. I immediately picked up my small bag and stood up.“Looks like we should go home now,” I said. “I still have a few things to do.”Jessica nodded.“Yeah, I also have some assignments to finish.”Angel agreed as well.I thought everything would end there.But Noah suddenly spoke.“Wait a second.”All of us turned to look at him.Noah pointed toward the hallway outside the restaurant, where a small arcade corner stood near the mall corridor.There were several claw machines filled with stuffed animals.“I saw those claw machines over there,” he said casually. “Want to play for a bit? Let the food settle.”Jessica immediately looked interested.“Seriously? I love those!”Angel laughed.“Me too!”I held my breath for a moment.Honestly, I wanted t

Noah's POV Rachel waited for a seconds. When I still said nothing she let out a breath. Her eyes dropped briefly to the toy on her lap before she spoke quietly."I do not like you, Noah."Those words were simple. They felt like something pressing painfully inside my chest.I swallowed. "What should I do so you can see me?"I turned toward her. "What should I do so you can return my feelings?"Rachel looked surprised. Maybe she had not expected me to ask something like that. She stayed silent for quite a while. Then she finally spoke, like she was trying to create something"Maybe if you could become a painter like Steven, Noah."I almost laughed.Was that all?"Painting?" I said casually.Rachel frowned. "Can you?"I shrugged. "I've been drawing since I was a kid."That was true. Then I used to draw just to pass

Rachel's POV Emily was quiet. That silence made my thoughts even louder. I remembered how I felt when I saw Noah touch Jessica. It was a feeling that I could not control.I clenched my jaw."It was just uncomfortable." Emily tilted her head a bit. "Uncomfortable?" "Yes that is all." I replied.She looked at me for a second like she was thinking about what I said.I held my breath without realizing it. Then Emily leaned in a bit closer to me."So did you show that you were jealous and bothered by it?" I bit my lip softly."To be honest." I said quietly "I felt all of that."I looked down. I held it back and tried to act like I did not care. For a moment Emily just looked at me without saying anything. Then she suddenly clapped her hands. I was startled.I lifted my head up. Emily was smiling. "That is the attitude." .

Emily's POV I stopped again, staring at the reflection of light on the water. “And when he falls,” my voice lowered, almost dissolving into the night air. A faint smile curved my lips. “He’ll drag everything down with him.” Liam. Sienna. Their names still tasted bitter on my tongue, even as my smile never faded. I remembered everything with perfect clarity. The way they stood above me. The way they took everything from me. And now I would be the one standing above them. Slowly. Without them ever realizing it. I raised my hand, staring at my fingers for a moment. It was as if everything was already within my grasp. “But not yet,” I murmured. It wasn’t time. There were still steps that needed to be perfected. Rachel had to become more attached. Noah had to become more obsessed. And when the time was right, I would pull the strings all at once. I took a slow breath, letting the night air fill my lungs. Calm. Everything was moving exactly according to plan. I glanced towa

Noah's POVA bunch of people were sitting in front of their canvases.The sound of brushes on canvas was really soft. Filled the whole space.A woman near the reception desk turned to me. "Good morning, how can I help you?"She was being really kind.I walked up to her. "I want to sign up for a painting class."She asked "Beginner class?"I shook my head because I had drawn before.When I was younger I used to draw to pass the time.It was not serious or anything. It was enough to get my hands used to lines and shapes.The woman took a form from the desk. "We have a few classes. Basic, technical and realistic painting."I looked at the list. In my mind I was only thinking about one thing. Steven.If Rachel liked his paintings then I had to be better than him.So I asked the woman, "Which one is the hardest?"