All Chapters of Forgotten Wife: My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left: Chapter 541 - Chapter 550

Sienna's POV The past few days had felt so much lighter than before.Our house was lively again. No more doors slamming shut or suffocating silence filling every corner. Now, every morning, I could see Noah coming downstairs for breakfast, hear him answering my nonstop chatter, even complaining whenever I gave him too much food.Strangely enough, those little complaints made me happy.That morning, I was watering the plants in the backyard when I heard the sliding door open. I turned and saw Noah walking outside, still wearing his college hoodie.“Morning, Mom.”A smile instantly spread across my face.“Morning.”He walked over and grabbed a cold water bottle from the garden table without saying much, but I watched him quietly.The way he looked more relaxed now.The way his shoulders no longer seemed so tense all the time.Most importantly he finally looked comfortable being at home again.“Morning class?” I asked casual

Sienna's POV The ambulance siren still echoed loudly in my ears after we got to the hospital.Everything felt crazy.Too fast.I could barely recall how I ended up in the ambulance. The only things I remembered were the blood, Noah's body and my shaking hands as I kept calling his name."Noah, Noah wake up."He never replied.The moment the ambulance stopped several paramedics rushed Noah's stretcher out. Liam and I immediately followed them into the hospital."Noah!"I kept calling his name while running beside the stretcher. Noah's face looked pale.Way too pale.There was blood on his temple, on his clothes and on my own hands. The sight of it made it hard to breathe."Doctor, please save my son,” my voice cracked. "Please save him."Doctors and nurses kept moving while checking Noah's co

Sienna's POV The sky was filled with dull c͏louds that day. Chilly air stayed all around even though there was no rain, like the world itself had lost its shine the time Noah went away?I stood by the tomb feeling very empty. Since this morning, all things had happened like a bad dream that wouldn't stop. Folks kept coming one after another, giving their sorrys I could hardly hear now.Because my mind focused on only one thing.Noah.My son was inside that coffin.I looked at the pale box in front of me without blinking. My hand gripped Liam’s arm hard, as if to let go would make me fall down completely.None of this seemed true. Just some days ago, Noah was still chuckling in the home. He was still at breakfast with us. He was still saying Mommy in that slow way when I made him eat.Now I was here looking at him get buried. A hole felt to tear open in my chest.The f

Emily's POV I sat silently at the edge of the bed for what felt like forever. The bedroom lights were intentionally left off, leaving only the dim glow from the garden outside the window.The room felt cold and painfully quiet while I stared at the floor without truly seeing anything. My hands were still trembling uncontrollably.The sound of that impact kept replaying inside my head again and again. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly as my breathing turned uneven.I never thought everything would end like this. Deep down, maybe I had always known it would.My emotions had become too overwhelming for me to care anymore. I lowered my head while pressing a hand against my aching temple.Everything started yesterday when I secretly went to Sienna’s house. I still remembered sitting inside my car while watching the house from a distance.That warm house had almost become mine once. It was the same house I used to dream about.Then the front door opened slow

Emily's POV Rachel kept crying softly against my shoulder. Her tears soaked through my clothes.My eyes stared blankly ahead before I spoke again. The words came out heavier this time.“Your father sent the divorce papers today.” Sadness coated every syllable carefully.Rachel pulled away slightly and stared at me in shock. Confusion instantly filled her expression.“What?” Her voice sounded almost breathless.I lowered my head slowly as if struggling to hold back pain. Part of that sadness was real.“Your father wants to divorce me.” The sentence felt bitter even leaving my mouth.“Why?” Rachel whispered weakly.A small shake of my head followed. My eyes stayed lowered to maintain the fragile image I needed her to see.“Maybe your father hates me now too.” My voice softened deliberately.Rachel immediately fell silent. Doubt slowly appeared in her eyes.I gently held her hand before speaking again. Every word was carefully chosen.