All Chapters of Forgotten Wife: My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Sienna’s POV As I slid the key into the lock and pushed open the door to my apartment, I could feel Liam’s eyes on my back. Silent. Unassuming. Yet still pressing against me like an unwelcome weight.I stepped inside without a word. No goodbye. No thank you. I thought that if I held onto my silence long enough, he would finally understand—that I still wanted distance. That I still wanted to hide the wounds that had never fully healed.But deep down, I knew that from this day forward, that line of separation had begun to blur. And I wasn’t sure if I was ready for whatever might come after this.The click of the lock sounded too loud in my ears. Louder than the crash of the waves or the echo of his footsteps trailing behind me earlier. I leaned against the door for a moment, closing my eyes, letting the stillness of my small apartment wrap around my tired body.This space was narrow, modest, but it had always been enough of a fortress for me. A place where I coul

Liam's POV Streetlights lined up like man-made stars that never dimmed, illuminating the path I followed out of the parking lot. The hum of the car engine blended with the rush of the night wind, creating a silence that only amplified the echo of my thoughts. My hands were still gripping the steering wheel tightly, as if letting go even a little might make me lose my way—not just on the road, but in life itself.I didn’t drive straight onto the main road. Instead, I let the car roll slowly, passing block after block of identical buildings. Somewhere in one of those upper-floor windows, I knew there was light from her apartment. Even though I couldn’t see clearly, the shadow of her presence lingered in my eyes. I forced myself not to look too long, not wanting to appear like someone utterly desperate. But inside, I knew I was already at that point.Memories spun back quickly, uncontrollably. Sienna with her laughter, with the way she used to call my name half-annoyed, wi

Sienna's POV My eyes were still heavy, the lids glued shut as if with wood glue. My head felt stuffed with cotton, maybe because I had stayed up too late the night before. But the sound of the doorbell kept ringing once, twice, three times—with patient, consistent persistence. I groaned softly, pulled the blanket over my head, hoping whoever it was would give up.They didn’t. The bell rang again. And again.With a resigned breath, I dragged myself out of bed, shuffling toward the door like a zombie rising from its grave. My hair was no doubt a tangled nest, and my pajamas were far from presentable for receiving visitors.The moment the door opened, I froze.“Morning, Sienna.”Liam.He was standing there, holding two large grocery bags that looked filled with food. But what unsettled me most was the broad smile on his face. A smile I had never seen before, the kind someone wears when they’ve just found a reason to live again.“What brings you here?” I

Sienna's POV I drew in a long breath. My eyes lingered on the invitation as if it could somehow hand me an answer. Then, slowly, I set it back down on the table. “I’ll think about it,” I finally murmured, my voice nearly drowned out by the clamor echoing inside my own chest.Liam gave a small nod, as though that alone was enough for him. “Alright,” he said softly. “That’s enough for now.”I glanced at my half-finished breakfast. The thick sandwich that had seemed unappetizing earlier now tasted like nothing on my tongue. But I didn’t want to hear another lecture from Liam, so I forced myself to take one more small bite.“Finish your breakfast, Sienna,” he said with a faint smile one that, strangely, was beginning to look familiar again in my eyes.I nodded silently, sipping from my cup of tea that had already cooled. Unease crept into me as I noticed Liam still sitting there, leaning comfortably against the chair back as if this were his own home.I inh

Sienna's POVI drew in a long breath and slowly sat back down on the chair. My hands clutched the coffee cup that had long gone cold. For some reason, the apartment felt emptier than usual. And I hated admitting that.I sat still at the dining table, still cluttered with the remnants of the breakfast Liam had brought earlier. The half-eaten sandwich had lost its warmth. The coffee in my cup was cold, its taste flat now. Yet I kept holding on to it, as if it were the only tangible thing I could cling to today.Liam’s words still echoed in my head. “I’ll come again, even if you keep driving me away.”Why didn’t he ever grow tired? Why did he keep coming, keep waiting, keep smiling, even though I had made it clear over and over that I didn’t want him here? Or maybe I was only pretending not to?I turned my face toward the window. The sea stretched out calm in the distance, the sky a cloudless blue hanging wide above, and the breeze carried its familiar briny s