Forgotten Wife: My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left novel Chapter 180

Sienna’s Perspective

As the car gradually slowed to a halt just before the grand house, a flutter stirred in my chest, my heartbeat quickening for a moment before settling back down. The familiar mix of nerves and anticipation washed over me.

Liam switched off the engine and turned toward me, his eyes searching mine. “Are you ready?” he asked quietly.

I drew in a steadying breath, trying to calm the jittery feeling inside. “Yes… I’m ready,” I replied, though my voice carried a hint of uncertainty.

Noah, already restless in the backseat, wriggled impatiently. “Mommy, please!” he pleaded, fumbling with his seatbelt. Standing up, I encouraged him gently, “You want to see Grandma, don’t you?”

Liam smiled warmly and leaned over to help unbuckle Noah’s seatbelt. “Take it easy, Noah. Grandma’s going to be so happy to see you.”

I glanced out the window, taking in the sprawling front garden that framed the house. Ornamental plants lined the path on either side, their leaves shimmering softly in the evening light. The porch lights cast a warm glow against the cream-colored walls, giving the home a freshly cared-for, inviting feel. A faint silhouette behind the curtain hinted at someone waiting—likely Liam’s mother, watching for our arrival.

Outside, a gentle breeze stirred the leaves on the trees, carrying a faint scent of blooming flowers. I rested the cake box and bouquet carefully on my lap, smoothing the ribbons so they looked neat. My fingers trembled slightly—not just from fear, but from a blend of excitement and nervousness that made my heart race.

The streetlight outside bathed our car in a soft glow. I could hear the ticking of my wristwatch, its steady rhythm mingling with the quickened pulse I felt in my chest. The quietness around us made memories flood back—the pain, the distance, the silence, and then the courage it took to try again. Thank goodness we had made it this far.

Liam tapped the steering wheel lightly before turning off the ignition. I closed my eyes for a brief moment, inhaling deeply to steady myself. When I opened them again, determination shone through. Yes, I was ready—ready to confront the past and begin anew, no matter what form that might take.

I had straightened my hair carefully, hoping my smile wouldn’t seem forced. Noah’s bright, joyful voice from the backseat reminded me I wasn’t alone tonight, no matter what happened. My family was small, but here we were—slowly coming back together.

Noticing Liam’s nod, I returned a gentle smile. The moment had come. He opened the car door, and I stepped out, the cool night air brushing softly against my skin.

I carried the paper bag containing the cake and flowers I had bought earlier, feeling the weight of both in my hands. The evening air was filled with the subtle fragrance of the garden, calming yet invigorating. Together, we walked toward the large ivory door that stood before us.

Before Liam could even reach for the handle, the door swung open. Standing there was a woman in her middle years, her silver hair perfectly coiffed, dressed in a soft light blue outfit. Her smile was immediate and warm.

“Oh, Liam, dear! And Noah!” she greeted us with genuine delight.

Noah’s laughter bubbled up excitedly as he dashed forward to wrap his arms tightly around her. Mrs. Wilson bent down to hug her grandson, her eyes lighting up with joy as if she’d just been touched by a ray of sunshine.

“You’ve grown so much! I swear you must be eating more vegetables than ever,” she teased gently.

Noah nodded enthusiastically. “Mommy always tells me to eat my veggies!”

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