Forgotten Wife: My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left novel Chapter 173

Sienna’s POV

I slowly exhale as a tear falls from the corner of my eye. It slips off my face.

It’s a relief that it doesn’t feel depressing

I can now love him again without any fear.

The night has arrived with a completely dark sky outside the window, and only the moonlight is still visible through the curtains.

With the passing wind, the air is filled with the scent of drizzling rain.

I close my eyes again, thinking of Liam and Noah. It has been a long time since I last saw anything like this in my house.

The idea of going back may be more accurate, as the heart finally opens up and allows for a change.

The night grows deeper. I lay back, lift the blanket towards my chest, and smile softly on my face. Why?

It doesn’t make me feel lonely here.

Our relationship has shifted slightly, but the difference is undeniable. Why?

Despite the uncertainty surrounding our relationship, I have hope for something at least.

The love I used to keep quiet is finally being rekindled. I look up at the dimmed ceiling, listening to the ticking of the clock on

the wall.

The window is shattered by the night breeze, which makes a faint whisper outside. As I breathe deeply, the stillness fills me with my own thoughts.

It feels strange but comforting.

Until now, I haven’t felt this secure in my own dwelling.

At night, I commonly experience a sense of emptiness that remains unsolvable, like aching in an unknown depth within my chest. This can be attributed to various factors such as work, writing, and Noah’s experiences.

But tonight is different. A fresh feeling has emerged, one of warmth, gentleness, and tranquility.

I think of Liam. At dinner, he smiled and looked at me without hesitation, as if to say that a moment would pass by too quickly.

He leaned down to kiss Noah’s forehead with great care, and he also gave me a glance before retreating to his room.

Although it was easy, that’s what made me feel like a part of the community.

I smooch on my pillow, remembering the moment when he gave me a kiss. This wasn’t an expression of longing or urgency, but a gradual apology, like the start of something fragile. It was also unspoken and unrevealed.

After years of pondering, I didn’t hesitate to take the chance. Maybe I’m still afraid.

Unsure if there will be a brief period of time or that tomorrow morning will see the return to cold silence. However, beneath that fear, there is a small hope I can’t put out.

A hope that blossoms without much noise, like a flower that dares to bloom in the middle of stone.

My wish is that love can be reasoned.

It is possible for two individuals who have previously hurt each other to reframe their feelings with a new lens. I ponder the extended distance that led me to this place.

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Memories of loss, nightly loneliness in a state, and the choice to wake up and write again.

Without realizing it, I went back to discovering myself.

Only after that can I truly love again.

The reason for my decision not to require someone was because I was finally capable of sharing the peace I had found within

myself.

Close the door and I look at it with my eyes closed. Liam may not have slept yet, possibly in the background. He could be reflecting on the same situation, discussing the possibilities and optimism that have arisen. The future is unknown to me tomorrow.. Even so, I’m not inclined to modify anything tonight. Closing my eyes, I feel my heartbeat gradually ease.

Despite the silence of the world, I maintain that small smile on my lips. Why?

I fell asleep with a soft touch in my heart for the first time in months. I’m no longer waiting for someone to love me again.

The growth of love is something I am waiting for. Softly, without haste.

Morning arrives gently. The kitchen is illuminated by the sun’s glimmers through the curtain slits. Occasionally, I glance at the window and start stirring pancakes while standing in front of the stove.

With the aroma of butter and coffee oozing from the kitchen window, the house feels alive again.

The hallway is accompanied by gentle footsteps. Noah walks by me, his eyes smudged, hair frizzy, and his pajamas wrinkled. I look back at him.

“Good morning, Mommy.”

His voice is small and smoky, but his little smile makes me giggle.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” I whispered, before embracing him in my arms.

The warmth of his little body is felt in my arms.

“Did you sleep well?”

After slumbering, Noah kisses me on the cheek and then we all sit down in the dining chair.

With a familiar, playful tone, he says, “I am hungry.”

When heavier footsteps from the hallway start to move me while I’m putting that first pancake on his plate.

Liam is seen wearing a simple gray T–shirt with his face still lit up by the sun, but his smile radiating. He has just put it on.

He walks towards us, saying, “Good morning, two of you.”

“Good night, daddy,” Noah yells with excitement, lifting his fork.

Liam makes a quick smile and laughs, then looks at me with.

“Is there any need for you?” he asks, drinking from the mug on top of the counter.

“Enough said?” I look at him for a moment. Just one more batch. How do I respond to this question?

After a prolonged conversation, Noah suddenly states, “What the hell is this thing?”

“Daddy, let’s shower together!”

Despite my initial shock, I was taken aback by Liam’s sudden smile.

“Not bad.”

Noah’s hair was covered in ruffles as he mentioned that dad could assist him in getting ready for school.

The young boy giggled and then jumped out of his chair to grab Liam’s hand. “Come on, little prince!”

After a brief look, Liam whispered to himself: “Let Noah bathe,”

I stopped to watch as they disappeared towards the bathroom. I felt warmth in my chest – it was such a small, but so meaningful thing. The sight of them together made me realize how much I was fortunate to have such a special bond.

The bathroom was filled with the sound of laughter echoed by Noah, Liam, and the splash of water. This occurred a few minutes later. I couldn’t stop smiling. The house was once too small and sluggish, but now every corner seemed to be alive again.

Upon finishing their tasks, Liam released the towel with his arm around his shoulder, and Noah approached me while his hair remained wet and had an unpleasant soapy scent.

“Mommy, look! ‘Daddy washed my hair!” exclaimed sarcastically.

I chuckled and used a small towel to dry his hair. “My boy looks much better than before.”

Noah grinned widely.

We all got everything set and then we were sitting at the dining table. Warm waffles with honey and strawberries.

Noah was busy preparing syrup, and Liam appeared disinterested in it just to see his son laughing.

“Is it good?” I asked.

Noah nodded quickly. “So good! This should be a daily routine for me, mom!

“I’ll try to make something else later, okay?” I grinned. Making pancakes is the only way to get bored of them.

Slowly chewing, Liam looked at me and said: “I can’t get used to breakfasts like this.”

His voice was lively, his gaze catching my eye for an extended period. I smirked softly, silently speaking, only closing my mouth to drink my coffee. The inside knowledge was that the simple bond I had been seeking during my life’s journey was well- deserved.