All Chapters of Forgotten Wife: My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Emily gave a bitter smile. “Liam, you’re not empty. You’re full. Full of wounds, full of regret. But you’re not empty.” She looked down, then sat in the chair across from me. “You know, I always believed that love could grow. That little by little, you’d see me as something new, something safe. But I was wrong.”I wanted to deny it, wanted to tell her that she’s a good person, that I loved her in my own way. But I knew it wasn’t enough. I could see her eyes beginning to fill, her shoulders trembling as she fought back tears.“I know you’ve been trying, Liam. I know you want to give your best for Noah, for all of this. But you’re hurting yourself— and me— every time you pretend we can be like we were. When in fact, we never had a 'before' to begin with.”I buried my face in my hands, rubbing my temples that now felt heavy. “I’m sorry.”“Don’t.” Emily stood up at once. “Don’t say sorry. This isn’t about right or wrong. This is about… stopping oursel

Liam's POV Emily didn’t answer, just stared out the window. But the way she bit her lower lip and intertwined her fingers told me… the answer was yes.I hated the fact that I might be one of the reasons she felt that way.As the car entered the location area, the atmosphere started to feel different. The place was quite busy. Several production tents stood along a wide field that had been set up with various props for the photo shoot. Models walked back and forth, some getting their makeup done, others discussing with the photographers.As soon as we got out of the car, several faces turned towards Emily and quickly approached her. Some of them were young models who seemed to know Emily well.“Emily! Wow, it’s so good to see you again! You’re looking even more beautiful.”“Emily, you still look so young, you and Liam look perfect together,” one of them said while glancing at me.“You make a perfect couple, right?”I just gave a small smile in respons

Sienna’s POV I rubbed my face, trying to stop the flood. But the more I resisted, the clearer the details became.Maybe others would say I was just being too emotional. That I should be able to distinguish between affection and attachment. But who could measure that? Who could decide when love has gone too deep to let go?Since a week ago, I’d been trying to write about these feelings—about a loss not caused by death, but by a distance I created myself. Every time I started, my words stalled halfway through. Maybe because I knew that if I finished, it would mean admitting I had truly left.A seagull glided across the sky, its wings spread wide. I imagined Noah, maybe running through the yard, chasing something he could never quite catch. And I… I was that something.A small voice inside asked: was I too cruel to him?But at the same time, there was a part of me begging not to go back. Not because I didn’t love him, but because I was afraid I’d hurt him even

Sienna's POV I looked up, meeting his eyes at this close distance. His face looked tired. There were faint dark circles, his jaw not as sharp as usual, and his eyes… God, those eyes made me want to crumble.The sky above us felt too vast, too empty to hold everything left unsaid. The salty air clung to my skin, mixing with the scent of the sea that should have been calming, but now only tightened my chest. The waves behind me kept rolling in, their rhythm constant, like the ticking of a clock reminding me that time moved on even when I wanted to pause for a moment.I watched him in silence, trying to read everything hidden beneath his expression. There was something broken there, something he once hid so well behind faint smiles or flat sentences. Now, the cracks were visible—like shards of glass reflecting the morning sun. Each reflection stung my eyes, yet I couldn’t look away.Liam stood too close. Only a few steps separated us, yet the distance felt like an unc

Sienna's POV I stepped back, away from the gathering crowd, and sat on the damp sand. My breathing was still uneven, but my body was beginning to feel real again. I didn’t notice that Liam was already standing not far from me. He watched me for a long moment, then sat down beside me, saying nothing. He didn’t try to touch me, didn’t ask anything. He was just there.I looked down, staring at the grains of sand clinging to my knees and hands. For a moment, the world felt quiet, even though there were still plenty of sounds around me. Amid the chaos that had just happened, I realized something: there was a part of me still capable of moving, acting, saving—even if my heart felt like it was barely afloat.Maybe I wasn’t completely broken. Then, a volleyball came flying straight at me.In a split second, Liam stepped forward, trying to block it. But his movement was too quick, maybe too impulsive. Instead of catching or deflecting it, the ball hit him square in the