All Chapters of Forgotten Wife: My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Sienna's POV I was still silent after sharing my worries with Liliana.“You’re human, Sienna. You’re allowed to hope. You’re allowed to be afraid. But you also have the right to be happy. If Liam truly has changed, and you feel there’s a small space to trust again then you’re allowed to try,” Liliana said, her voice tinged with concern.A small smile touched my lips, though tears threatened to fall. “Thank you.”“Always,” she replied softly. “But if he hurts you again, I’ll find him, drag him to the sea, and drown him against the reef.”I laughed, genuinely this time. “You’re so dramatic.”“But you still love him, don’t you?” she teased with a laugh.I rubbed my face. “I’m still learning to make peace.”That felt enough for the day.After ending the call with Liliana, I stared at the dimming screen of my phone. The call had been brief, yet it felt like opening a valve I had kept tightly shut. The feelings I had kept buried finally spilled out,

Liam’s POV The clock on the nightstand read five in the morning when I woke up. The house was silent, yet my chest felt unbearably heavy. This unease wasn't like the usual kind. It was sharper, gnawing at me as though something was wrong.I sat at the edge of the bed, running both hands over my face. Normally, I would fall back asleep after waking this early, but not this time. My body refused. There was a pull—an invisible alarm screaming inside me. I got up, walked to the window, and pushed the curtain aside. The sky outside was still draped in gray, dawn only beginning to break through the night. The cold air slipped in, brushing against my skin, but it wasn’t the chill that made me shiver. It was the emptiness, the strange pull toward something I couldn’t name.I tried to ignore it. I made coffee, sat at the table, turned on my phone. But even as my eyes stared at the blank screen, my mind drifted in one direction. Sienna. Her name appeared uninvited, clear and insi

Liam's POV As the nurse pushed Sienna’s bed into the VIP ward, I walked beside her. There was a strong urge inside me to make sure everything was perfect—the mattress soft enough, the lighting calm, even the scent of the room not too sharp. I wanted her to be comfortable. Not just safe, but truly able to rest.Once everything was set, the nurse excused herself. The room fell silent, the only sound the steady beeping of the heart monitor. Sienna was still asleep, her face pale, her hair slightly disheveled. I sat in the chair next to her bed, watching her for a long while. Relief came from the doctor’s assurance that her condition wasn’t too serious, yet fear still lingered—fear of losing her.I leaned back in the chair, trying to steady my breathing. The room was too quiet. The rhythmic machine was calming, but it also made every passing second feel heavy. My gaze never left Sienna, her frail body hidden under the white blanket.The door creaked softly. A middle-age

Sienna’s POV The VIP hospital room felt far too quiet, with only the ticking of the wall clock and the occasional drip of the IV breaking the silence. I leaned back on the bed, the white blanket covering my still-weak body. My stomach still ached from the appendicitis, though the doctor had said my condition was improving. I thought everything would feel ordinary after this—I would rest, recover, and go home. But what I never expected was how Liam had been here the entire day.He sat on the small sofa in the corner of the room, still in his long-sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. From time to time, his gaze shifted toward me, as if watching over my every move. Since this morning, he had been the one who brought me breakfast according to the doctor’s orders, the one who made sure I took my medicine on time, even the one who adjusted my pillow whenever the pain returned. And the strangest thing of all I couldn’t stop this feeling inside me.This VIP

Sienna's POV This morning, sunlight slipped through the sheer curtains of the hospital’s VIP room. I opened my eyes feeling lighter than I had in the past few days. The pain in my stomach hadn’t completely disappeared, but it was far more manageable. My breathing came easier. Unlike two days ago, when every movement made me wince.Liam was no longer in his chair. Since I woke up, the seat had been empty, leaving only the trace of a rumpled thin blanket and the faint scent of his cologne. I didn’t know what time he left, or where he had gone. All I knew was that last night, he was still here making sure I was comfortable before finally falling asleep in that very chair. As always, Liam never announced the things he did for me. He simply did them.For some reason, an odd feeling crept into my chest when I realized his absence this morning. Maybe I had grown too used to seeing him whenever I opened my eyes. Maybe I was beginning to miss his presence.The hospital roo