Forgotten Wife: My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left novel Chapter 181

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Sienna’s Perspective

Liam carefully smoothed down his son’s hair, shaping it gently to fit the contours of his head. “Alright, alright, let’s get inside first. Grandma’s garden isn’t going anywhere,” he said with a warm chuckle.

Their playful exchange was so endearing that I found myself laughing out loud, the tension that had been hanging in the air beginning to dissolve. Mrs. Wilson’s eyes shone with a soft tenderness, the kind only a grandmother could have when watching her son and grandson reunited after some time apart.

In a quiet voice, she leaned towards me and said, “Liam has changed a lot. It used to be hard for him to open up to anyone, especially people like himself. But now… his laughter comes so easily. It’s remarkable.”

I gave a small, knowing smile. “Yes, Mom. I’ve noticed it too. He’s much gentler these days.”

Mrs. Wilson nodded slowly, her gaze thoughtful. “Maybe I have you to thank for that.”

I fell silent, my eyes drifting to Liam as he cradled Noah in his arms. The boy was sweet and heavy, yet his weight felt like a tender presence resting on my chest. I wasn’t sure I fully deserved this moment, but deep inside, I wanted to believe I did.

Mrs. Wilson gently squeezed my hand in return. “Come on,” she said softly. Then, as the evening air grew cooler, she added, “Would you like to continue our conversation inside?”

I nodded without hesitation. “Yes, Mom.”

Liam glanced at us both and smiled. “Looks like we’re going to have to brave the cold.”

We shared a quiet smile and then began walking toward the large entrance of the house—a place once filled with countless cherished memories. But this time, my approach was different. I felt no fear or awkwardness, only a spreading warmth that slowly filled the corners once shadowed by the chill of the past.

As we stepped inside, the scent of fresh flowers mingled with the comforting aroma of polished wood, welcoming us home. The spacious living room looked like a scene from a nostalgic daydream, familiar and inviting.

Mrs. Wilson led us toward the dining room, where a warm, hearty meal was already laid out. Creamy corn soup, roasted chicken, fresh salad, and homemade bread adorned the table.

“Noah, thank goodness!” the boy exclaimed, eyes wide with delight.

Mrs. Wilson smiled gently. “Oh, not at all.”

“No, really. Grandma can’t stand in the kitchen for too long anymore, but she still picked out everything herself,” Liam explained.

Noah’s innocent laughter filled the room, lifting everyone’s spirits.

Upon seeing Noah, Mrs. Wilson expressed admiration for his growing maturity. “You’ve grown so much, dear. Gramma is impressed you can walk so far now.”

“You look so handsome sitting there, like a true gentleman,” she added with a teasing smile.

Noah straightened his back proudly. “Thanks, Grandma! I’ve gotten faster too. I even beat Daddy in a race once. He looked so defeated, he almost lost his cool!”

Liam chuckled, shaking his head. “Daddy’s just letting you win, Noah.”

But Noah laughed right back, “I win, I win!”

Mrs. Wilson watched the boy with a mixture of pride and emotion, her eyes softening. She reached out and gently held his hand. “You know, when your dad was your age, he used to run around the backyard just like you. He’d always come back with scraped knees and bruises on his face.”

Noah’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Daddy was a troublemaker too, right?”

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