Forgotten Wife: My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left novel Chapter 172

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Sienna’s POV

I exerted myself as much as I could to keep this family together. My cooking, writing, and cleaning skills were perfected as if they could mend any broken ties between us. It wasn’t until the following night that I found myself alone.

He was constantly on the move and had excuses for being absent.

Until one day, I just stopped waiting. I learned not to hope. I was taught to love from a distance. I became accustomed to being

alone.

Yet, despite everything, there was a portion of me that never truly perished. A portion of the group remained convinced that Liam would gaze at me in the future, not due to pressure. However His love for me was the reason he held me, not his contemptuousness.

Ultimately, tonight. When he lightly stroked my lips, The moment he touched my cheek, it felt like an object of his affection.

The walls I had constructed over the years crashed into each other.

It’s not like I can shake my skin. I can still perceive the whimpering motion of my heart.

Could it be possible? After everything that has occurred, and the time lost. Could we really start over?

I gazed into the mirror situated across the bed. I noticed a difference in my face, including some red blush on my cheeks and bleary eyes that were previously filled with weariness.

The woman looking back at me was barely noticeable to me.

“I suppose I still have feelings for him,” I whispered.

The words sounded like a confession that had been held inside. I couldn’t help but wonder at the way Liam looked at me tonight. A completely different look than the previous one.

It hit me that a change had occurred. Is not just within my presence. I no longer felt like a disregarded partner. I felt seen.

Valued. Loved, maybe. I breathed deeply, looked down, and placed the ring on my finger. This is what happened next.

The warmth felt like a new significance for tonight.

After this, I’m aware that my heart will be affected in some way. What happens next? Tonight was the pivotal moment.

Once lost, yet again. Silently. The moment.

But tonight felt different. He no longer appeared too distant or guarded with his gaze towards me,

Warm and filled with a sense of longing.

My shoulder was the target of his hand, which was both gentle and full of unreserved emotion. That kiss was so intense that I could barely believe it.

Is it possible that he is starting to have feelings for me?

At the very least, beginning to open his heart to me?

The inquiry lingered in my thoughts.

Strangely enough, I was no longer afraid. The feeling of happiness was a simple one, but it had lingering genuineness. Maybe because I had a clear view of Liam’s side that was hidden by his frigid walls.

My lips were soft as I flickered a smile. Even there was still a lot of warmth present. I was unaware of the moment when my

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emotions began to resurface. This time, softer, deeper.

The person who once belonged to Liam is no longer present. Hence, Currently, he is aware of the minor aspects. Having breakfast, asking what’s happening around here, playing with Noah without any questions. His patience and openness have increased, leading me to believe that we can start over from scratch.

For extended periods, I stared into the sky.

A kiss can reveal a surprising number of hidden emotions.

That’s how love works, as if it were always so quiet when you fall in love. No fancy hand movements, but a genuine touch. I shut my eyes for a moment, trying to memorize everything that had happened in the past few days.

A gradual warming of the two was evident. No longer experiencing the intense excitement of a young love. A gentle and steady sensation, reminiscent of the morning fog after a prolonged rainstorm.

It’s evident that love doesn’t come back easily.

Whether it’s a simple kiss, catching up on some dinner or spending time in the living room, the memories won’t be forgotten.

Yet, this is the first time I have attempted to resolve issues without any assistance. Why? Until now, I never thought I would be here. I had even made arrangements to let go of everything. Convince myself that our marriage was beyond repair. The smallest fragment can sometimes regenerate from a broken one, making life worth living.

I believe that’s what’s happening at this moment.

Liam’s change didn’t come suddenly. At the beginning, I perceived it as mere guilt.

He began to inquire about my meals and requested that I fetch Noah in the rain.

Throughout the years, I could sense his honesty in every little thing he did.

Like how he fixed the unoccupied bookshelf without my intervention,

I was given a cup of tea during my late writing hours. My dream husband was found in the midst of simple things.

A few days ago, I had a morning recall of it. As I prepared Noah’s lunch, Liam arrived with two cups of coffee..

“You seem exhausted,” he said, and then presented me with one.

I was on the verge of crying over something so tiny. Our conversations would go on for hours without interruption.

Our inability to communicate has diminished, no longer suffocating.

This experience feels like a slow, human–like process of learning how to talk without hurting one another. It’s quite peaceful.

I know I’ve changed too. Previously, I was afraid to speak with confidence or face consequences by making errors or asking questions. I was able to recover and find my lost self through self–improvement, writing, and even self reflection. This is what I had been missing for so long.

But I’m not that woman. It’s possible that this is why we’re back on track.

The reason I’m not who I am today is my growing maturity, and Liam has grown up too.

With a faint smile, I remembered his countenance as he put Noah to bed tonight. It was so sweet. He looked at our son with a tenderness that had not come across him in years, as if the world was coming to an end. I know he’s truly trying. And for that, I’m grateful.

Life is not guaranteed to be flawless. I anticipate that there will be trying days once again.

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However, tonight, I choose to believe..

To hold the belief that a second love can arise from the former.

To think that happiness isn’t always about loud sounds, but rather small, steady steps – like when he tells me to smile or looks

at me in the dark.