Forgotten Wife: My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left novel Chapter 171

Sienna’s POV

Once my room door shut, I leaned on it. My breath was still not smooth, my heart racing so quick it seemed like it would never end. Liam’s kiss stayed warm, gentle, yet leaving a shake that made my whole body softly tremble.

I shut my eyes, trying to calm myself but each time I thought of the way he took me in that hug, I got more and more uneasy. It seemed like a thing that had gone from me for so long had at last come back. A thing I once thought I would not feel from Liam

warmth.

My hands were still shaking when I touched my lips with my fingers, like to check that what just happened was real. That it wasn’t only my mind going too far, or the calm night, or Liam’s soft look making me lose control. No it really happened.

I can recall it all so clearly. The way he spoke my name in a soft whisper. The gaze in his eyes that went deep into my mind. And then, before I could even think the space between us disappeared.

That kiss wasn’t quick. Nor was it unsure. It was full of all things that had been left unsaid for long feelings that had been hidden under misunderstanding, space, and hurt.

I took a deep breath, but even my lungs trembled.

“Why just now, Liam,” I said slowly, nearly silent.

I went to the little table near the window and turned on the soft lamp. The cozy yellow light spread softly in the room, making fine shadows on the walls. I looked at them for a long time, like the answers were hidden there.

Was what I did right? Or did I just open a door that should have stayed shut?

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I let out a breath and plopped down on the side of the bed. The soft noise of rain came from outside, a light beat that should have calmed my thoughts but it just made me feel more how still this room was now, and how strange it seemed after what had took place.

I can still see Liam’s hand on my face. His fingers warm, a bit shaking as they grazed my cheek, like even he wasn’t sure he could. But when his lips found mine all doubt went away. There was only truth and something forgotten about safety.

I looked down at my fingers. “Did I go too far?” I asked softly, like Liam was there to say.

But all I heard was my own heartbeat.

Perhaps I had kept all things inside for too long. I acted like I did not mind, not to wait. When really, I knew my feelings for him never truly went away.

But that didn’t make things simpler. There was Noah. There was the past, still not done. And there was me full of my worries scared of losing all again if I took a wrong step,

I closed my eyes, trying to push the face from my mind. But instead of going away, the memory got sharper – the look in his eyes, his warm breath on my skin, and his soft voice saying my name in a new way than he did before.

“Sienna…”

Just a name. But somehow, in the calm light of night, it felt like a promise that was waited for long.

I put my arms around me, trying to calm the storm still going in my chest. A part of me wanted to run out, knock on his door and ask what it all meant. But another part kept me frozen afraid of what his answer could be.

At last, I got up and moved slowly to the window. The rain was coming down stronger now, marking the glass in bright lines lit by the streetlights. I felt the glass with my fingers, cold but nice.

“If this is not right,” I said to my mirror, “then why does it seem so good.”

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I made a weak, sour grin and looked away, trying to hush the ideas whirling non–stop in my head. But every time I shut my eyes, I went back to that same second that one touch which changed all.

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I didn’t know if to feel sorry about it, or be thankful.

I walked back to the bed, sat on the edge, my hand on my chest. In the low light, my thoughts wandered far away – to a time long gone, to five years of marriage that felt cold and quiet.

In the past, Liam always stayed away. He never reached out to me more than he had to, never really gazed at me like a man would. We used to sleep in the same bed but it felt like two unknown people just sharing a home. I recalled how many times I faked that all was well, hiding sadness behind a stiff grin

I loved him from the start. But loving someone who didn’t love you back hurts. There were times I really thought I was just an error in his life. I knew Liam married me because of the situation, not want.

My eyes landed on the bed, light sheets, tidy but chilly like they still kept the whispers of those quiet years. Lots of memories pushed into my head this night–talks not done, feelings not said I once hid because I was scared they’d drive him away even

more.

I thought of the nights I sat for the noise of his steps in the hall, wishing he would walk into a room and say something. Still, silence and the gentle clicking of his study door were the only sounds heard. If I had one love, how could I survive by staring at the ceiling?

I had times where my mind was preoccupied with something else. I had the impression that everything would be different once Noah was born. My expectation was for him to bring warmth where there had been no. Despite being held by Liam for the first time, I could see that he was trying hard to look happy. I could never reach anything beyond that smirk.