All Chapters of Forgotten Wife: My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Sienna's POV The car kept moving, and I stared out the window, letting the blurred city lights become my escape from the tightness in my chest. I wasn't here to relive the past, only to comfort my son tonight. That’s it. At least, that’s what I wanted to believe.The roads we took were quiet now. Tall buildings loomed in silence, their shadows flickering across the window I held onto. The cold from the AC mingled with the night air seeping through the vents, creating a biting stillness that crept through the corners of my mind.The fading sounds of the city as we moved farther from the center made me realize how unfamiliar this journey felt, even though the route wasn’t new. A route that once felt like home—back when everything was whole. Back when I sat in this seat not as a visitor, not as someone holding back—but as a part of them.In the front seat, Liam stayed focused on the road, both hands gripping the wheel—too tightly, maybe. Tension lined his jaw, his sho

Sienna's POV Liam stood at the doorway, looking at me with eyes that once held hope, now filled only with questions that no longer needed answers. I could see his uncertainty clearly in the way he stood, in the way his fingers fidgeted, in the way he tried to hold onto something long past saving. But my heart had already chosen its path, far from this place, far from memories that kept peeling back old wounds. I took a deep breath, letting the night air fill my lungs, calming the turmoil in my chest that had been trembling all evening. Not because of his words, but because of the courage it took to finally leave. For the first time, my steps felt like they belonged completely to me. Not dictated by guilt, not pulled back by memories, not chained by empty hope. My hand gripped the strap of my bag tighter. I didn’t need farewell words. I didn’t need promises that would never be kept. What I needed now was a way out of a life that no longer gave me room t

Sienna's POV My sobs slowly faded, though my body still trembled. I wiped away my tears with the back of my hand, still hiccuping as I tried to breathe. The ache remained, but at least now I could breathe a little easier. Liliana led me to the sofa without many words. She wrapped a blanket around me, then disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a warm glass of water. Her hand touched my shoulder gently as she offered it to me. I accepted it, though my hands were still shaking. A sip of that warm water slid down my throat like a quiet hug, comforting without needing any explanation. I sat with my knees pulled to my chest, wrapped in silence that somehow felt warmer than any words. Liliana sat beside me, not forcing me to speak. Just being there. Sometimes, that was exactly what I needed—someone who didn’t try to fix me, just stayed. The ticking of the wall clock was soft. Outside the window, the city remained awake under the glow of amb

Sienna's POV I shook my head slowly. “I loved you, Liam. I did. But I’m just too tired now. My love for you has long burned out. I can’t go back to a place that broke me—slowly, every single day. I have to choose to love myself this time.”He looked at me like he wanted to beg. But no words came out.“Don’t ask me to come back just because you feel empty. I know what it’s like to live with someone who doesn’t love me the way I loved them. I don’t want Noah to see that and think that’s what love looks like.”I picked up my small bag and stood. “Thank you for being honest, Liam. But this… it’s too late.”Before I turned away, I caught a glimpse of the broken expression on his face. But I knew—if I stayed there any longer, I would fall into the same wound again.I wouldn’t let that happen again.I walked out of the café with quick steps, as if the glass walls would collapse behind me if I delayed even for a second. The soft sound of the door closing be

Sienna's POV I lay down, pulling the blanket up to my chest. A long exhale escaped my lips. I was tired. Not just physically, but in the way someone feels after a long battle where no one really wins. I didn’t even know if this was a victory or just another escape. My eyes stared at the ceiling. Blank. Empty. And strangely, that emptiness felt more honest than the fake smile I used to wear in that house. I remembered Noah. His innocent face lying on that hospital bed. His small eyes looking at me full of hope, full of longing. Only that child made me hesitate. Only because of Noah did I still ask myself: Should I go back?But should I return to the very place that slowly killed me, just to be beside a child who doesn’t even know what’s happening?Tears slid silently from the corners of my eyes. Warm, and somehow reaching deep into my chest. I love Noah. So much. But I can’t sacrifice myself again—not even for him.I’ve tried before. Stayed for o