Forgotten Wife: My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left novel Chapter 169

Sienna’s POV

As Liam looked down, I observed his face with a tightening of his jaw and he had stray hair. He was a softly glowing young man who had been exposed to warm light from the lamp above the table. I hadn’t had the chance to really see him like this before. He was unlike him, but still had a certain demeanor. He remained the same stubborn man I knew until now, but with a gentle and quiet expression.

While using his fork, Noah began to shape spaghetti into small letters on his plate.

He exclaimed, “Mommy, this letter is the N!”

“Don’t try to mess around with your food, okay?” I replied. “Thanks, that’s great.”

He sped away and said, “Just briefly,” staring at me with his big pleading eyes.

Liam chuckled softly beside him.

“This time, we can pardon him,” he said in a lowly voice. He added, “The chef needs some entertainment after his hard work in the kitchen.”

I gave him a sharp look but couldn’t resist chuckling. “You’re ruining him. What did

Liam shrugged off the situation. “A little bit. He earned it today.”

you think?”

While speaking, Noah awoke and placed his head on his arm. I observed that he was tired. His first day at school likely drew him out, as did the excitement of cooking earlier. After grabbing him his glass, I left behind his almost empty plate.

“That’s enough, sweetheart. You’ll immediately go to sleep after this.”

Nodding adrift, the young boy’s eyes were almost closed. “Ok, Mommy,” he whispered softly.

I was given a tender look by Liam. “I’ll help clean up the table.”

But I waited. “You’re tired after work.”

He shook his head and expressed, “I want to assist. It seems like a long time has passed since we last did this effortless task.”

I didn’t reply. The plates were being gathered by his hands in slow but steady motion, which I observed. The experience was odd, not necessarily in a negative manner, but more of resembling an undercurrent of stillness after being gone for some time.

Running water from the sink was heard. Noah was still sitting in his chair, almost dozing off. I went over to him and brushed his hair gently. He whispered something vague, possibly about school or the spaghetti earlier. What did he mean? I smiled faintly.

After leaving the kitchen, Liam spoke with a soft and firm voice. “I’ll handle this for you.”

We all headed back to the living room after having dinner. Noah enjoyed a cuddle with his preferred red robot on

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the carpet while Liam and I settled on tea on our sofa. Noah’s quiet voice filled the air in our house as he recounted his first day at school.

“He’s been such a happy boy,” Liam said softly, looking at Noah.

Nodding, I did a nod. Perhaps he’s getting used to everything, including school, new friends, and habits.

Taking a more serious approach, Liam glanced at me once again. “I acknowledge your presence.”

I paused, looking into my teacup. “Me?” I said.

According to him, “Yes,” Siena, you appear more composed.

Despite the challenges you’ve faced in recent months, your appearance has returned to normal.

I looked up, grimaced slightly and gazed at the window where my streetlight flickered. “Maybe it’s because I can breathe. As you turned to Noah, I saw him.”

I was almost unable to control Liam’s stare as he looked at me. He smiled and said, “I’m glad you did.‘

We had a brief conversation, but it was warm and full of unreserved understanding.

The silence surrounded me as I leaped. Outside, the sound of crickets began to creep in as leaves brushed against the night sky. What an unusual start! The table lamp’s gentle glow illuminated Liam‘ Story, tracing the shadows running down his jawline. The presence of a sense of calmness that I had been missing for ages was felt.

Liam placed his cup on the table and leaned against the sofa. His silence was insignificant, but it only added to the warmth of the space. I came to the realization that a lot of the things I used to chase after were already present, and I was too tired to pursue them.

The sight that appeared to me was of Noah, who was sitting on the floor and constructing a tower out of wooden blocks with vibrant colors. He seemed very serious with a little tongue out as he tried to keep the top down. Like someone who found comfort in watching their child’s small world unfold, Liam looked at him with a faint smile.

I snoozed, taking in the beauty of the moment. Living in an environment filled with chaos, full of ambition and the constant need to prove my worth made it seem unusual. It was a challenge. I felt satisfied tonight despite the fact that I was alone with my two most beloved people. Not perfect, but enough.

“The last time we sat like this, I can’t remember,” I finally replied.

Liam looked at his reflection and then smiled. “Not even me. You were always busy. So was I. Perhaps we wasted time trying to come up with excuses for not taking a break.”

His words made me think. We had been running for a long time, but maybe it was just his luck. Our path was gradually becoming straight again, albeit with some degree of caution.

His hand was on the cushion of the sofa, barely touching mine. I was unsure of why my heart had suddenly increased in speed. I was still apprehensive about making the same mistakes again. Yet, there was a part of me that still wanted to believe that this time could be different.

Liam appeared to be watching me closely. Despite his lack of words, he looked back at Noah and then briefly

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glanced at him. Although his smile was delicate, I sensed a similar feeling of desire and optimism with some

fear.

Time passed slowly. A gentle ticking of the clock on the wall indicated the deepening night. As Noah rearranged his blocks, there was a faint hum in his ears and he could hear the sound of falling asleep. The sight of him with a combination of love, gratitude, and ache was heart–rending, as I could see his growth in just one year.