Forgotten Wife: My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left novel Chapter 179

179

Sienna’s Perspective

A soft smile curved my lips, tinged with a playful pout. “Oh no, you didn’t eat your ice cream with Mommy?” I teased gently.

Noah’s eyes sparkled with excitement as he looked up at me, his voice quick and eager. “Mommy, I saved some just for you!” There was a flicker of worry in his expression, as if he feared I might be disappointed.

I chuckled warmly, my laughter mingling with the gentle pinch of his cheek. “Oh, no way! That’s so sweet of you.” The joy in his face made my heart swell.

Still giggling, Noah slipped into my embrace and dashed over to the coffee table. He rummaged through his bag and proudly presented me with a little treasure. “I got a gold star today,” he announced, planting a kiss on my cheek.

I looked at him with admiration and said, “That’s amazing! Mommy is so proud of you.”

His eyes gleamed with pride as he sprinted toward the kitchen. “I’m going to put it on the fridge for Daddy!” he called out, full of enthusiasm.

Watching his lively little figure bounce around the room, I felt a warmth spread through me. His laughter and footsteps filled every corner of the house, chasing away the silence that had settled earlier.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoed on the wooden floor, drawing my attention. I turned slowly.

At the entrance to the living room stood Liam, quietly observing me. His gaze was a blend of exhaustion and tenderness, the look of a man just home from a long day at work.

He clutched his car keys tightly in both hands, as though reluctant to set them down. Despite his relaxed posture, a subtle tension lingered beneath the surface.

My lips softened as I wondered aloud, “Was today a good day?”

A faint smile tugged at his mouth. “Not really,” he admitted.

Noah had been chattering nonstop about his school project on the way home.

I laughed softly. “I can imagine. Once he starts talking, it’s hard to get a word in.”

Liam returned a more genuine, though still quiet, smile when I asked if he could be any other way.

I lifted my head, puzzled by his words. “Who else?” I asked.

He simply smiled and said, “You.”

Heat flushed my cheeks, and I tried to hide it behind a small smile. “I’m not exactly the chatty type.”

“Don’t be afraid to ask me out,” he murmured. “I know you used to be more talkative.”

Liam was dressed casually in a grey shirt and dark trousers. His hair looked a bit tousled, probably from the wind outside. When he smiled at me, it was that soft, wide grin that always made my chest flutter.

“Looks like the ice cream almost spilled all over the car,” he remarked as he set Noah’s bag down.

“No it didn’t! Daddy was driving too fast!” Noah protested with a grin.

Their playful banter made me laugh. “Alright, alright, you might be right. Now go wash your hands and get ready.”

Liam raised an eyebrow. “Ready for what?”

I shrugged lightly and met his gaze, silently hoping he was ready too.

Whatever happens tonight, I decided, I would face it with quiet strength.

After a moment, he smiled and said, “You’ve changed a lot, Sienna.”

I caught the warmth in his eyes and turned away, trying to hide the smirk tugging at my lips. His smile deepened.

From down the hall, I heard the sound of drawers opening and Noah’s little feet shuffling. A burst of excited shouting reached me from the kitchen.

Smiling, I leaned against the doorframe just in time to see him holding up his dreaded shirt, his hair wild and untamed.

With wide eyes, he asked, “Do you think I’m handsome enough?”

I giggled and ruffled his messy hair. “Yes, sir, you are,” I whispered, planting a soft kiss on his forehead. “Make sure to ask Daddy to help you change, okay?”

What did he mean by that? My heart felt warm, not just from Noah’s laughter but also because Liam seemed calmer, more present as I looked around our home.

Catching my reflection in the mirror, I wondered if this was truly the start of something new.