All Chapters of Forgotten Wife: My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Sienna’s POV An editor from the publishing branch I work with was meeting me in town. It wasn’t an official appointment, just a kind offer from people who knew I was in the city. But I understood the real reason—they wanted to check in on my manuscript’s progress.I straightened the light brown blazer I’d hung up the night before. It wasn’t something I often wore, but I didn’t want to look disheveled. I wanted to appear… okay, even if it was just a mask.I twisted my hair up with a simple clip and sprayed a little perfume on my neck. When I looked back in the mirror, I took a deep breath. My chest felt heavy, as if something was weighing me down.But I had to go.A nervous feeling crept into my body. Maybe it was the fear of the questions they might ask—about the manuscript, about Noah, about this new life. I didn’t know what answers I could give.I grabbed my bag and slipped the laptop inside, along with a small notebook I hadn’t touched since I moved. My h

Sienna’s POV I thought again of Sarah’s words—that I had to find what I was looking for. At first, I’d laughed at the idea. I didn’t think I was searching for anything. But now I realized—maybe I was searching for a home. Not a building, but a place where I felt enough, where I felt accepted.Even if that place was within myself.My feet brought me to a small park, not far from my rented apartment. I sat on a wooden bench under a flamboyant tree. Its leaves drifted down softly, like time falling one piece at a time. Children ran nearby, their laughter warming a corner of my heart.I looked up at the sky. The color had started to change. Dusk crept in slowly, like a promise that never failed to come. And there I sat, letting the unresolved feelings linger a little longer. It was okay. I didn’t have to chase them away all at once. I didn’t have to heal today either.A small smile tugged at my lips. Maybe, I’ll start writing again. Not to escape the pain, but

Liam’s POV I tried to keep going, to stick to my routines as if nothing had changed. But the truth was, every morning when I woke up, I had to force myself out of bed. Every night, the silence in this room quietly judged me. No more light footsteps from Sienna. No more aroma of her favorite tea welcoming me home from work. What remained was an empty space, and a regret that refused to leave.Noah still often asked when Mommy was coming home. Sometimes he just mumbled to himself, sometimes he looked at me with eyes full of hope. And every time it happened, I had to steel myself not to fall apart in front of him. Because I was all he had now. I was his father. I had to be his home, even when I felt completely lost myself.Sienna never really left my mind. Her name echoed in silence, in the random songs that played on the radio, or in the clothes still neatly hanging in the closet. I didn’t know if she would come back—or if I’d even get the chance to make things right. But

Sienna’s POV Liam leaned down, nodding as Noah spoke to him animatedly. Emily stood on the other side of Noah, gently ruffling his hair with a soft smile—as if she had always been there. As if… I had never existed.The pain came like a wave, crashing from a direction I didn’t expect. I knew I was the one who left. I knew I was the one who chose silence. But seeing them like that, as though I had never been a part of their lives at all, made it hard to breathe.I had to leave. Right now.I was just about to stand when the sound of small footsteps approached from the side.“Sienna?”I turned in panic. Liliana stood there, eyebrows raised. “Why are you hiding like that? Are you trying to run away from me?”I motioned frantically with my finger to hush her. “Sshh… please, Liliana. Don’t be loud.”She frowned. “Why? What’s going on?—”“Let’s go. Now,” I whispered urgently, grabbing my bag. “Please, Liliana. Now.”Liliana looked confused, but befor

Sienna's POV I looked at that small face again, and for a moment, the world around me faded. There was something broken inside me, but something else slowly started to come back together. And maybe, just maybe… this is a small step toward something I have yet to understand. “I didn’t expect to see you tonight,” Liam’s voice finally broke after having been just a silent presence across the table for so long. I turned slowly. His gaze wasn’t as aggressive as usual, nor as cold as what I had received when everything fell apart. But behind his eyes, I could see unanswered questions, unhealed wounds, and feelings that—somehow—still lingered. I only nodded, offering a thin smile. “Me neither.” There wasn’t much more I could say. Things were already complicated enough. Too many things that couldn’t be fixed with a single conversation or look. Liliana sipped the last of her juice, then leaned back against the chair. In a calm yet firm voice, she said, “It’s lat