Forgotten Wife: My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left novel Chapter 116

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Sienna’s POV

We stopped a taxi. On the way, Noah leaned against my shoulder, his eyes nearly closed. I gently rubbed his back, letting him rest a bit in the middle of the noisy, congested streets,

Behind the glass, the city continued as usual, people rushing, horns honking, street vendors shouting their wares. And in this taxi, I sat with the most precious part of my life, the reason I held on even though the world seemed to want to tear me apart time and time again.

I took a deep breath. My head was still filled with Emily’s voice, her challenging gaze, and words that slapped my ego and my old wounds. But I looked at Noah again, his breathing was steady, his lips slightly parted from exhaustion, and suddenly all the noise faded.

Maybe it was true, my heart was still fragile. Maybe my decision yesterday, to go back to Liam, wasn’t the wisest. But every time I look at Noah, I know that everything I do isn’t just about a long–lost love. This is about a family that’s fallen apart but worth trying to rebuild. About my child who deserves a father and mother in one home, not the fragments of a broken story.

Noah drifted deeper into sleep, his little head resting comfortably on my shoulder. Occasionally, his body shook gently to the rhythm of the taxi stopping and moving again amidst the traffic jam. I stared at his face for a long time, letting time seem to stop, just to preserve the rare calm he could find.

The taxi driver glanced in the rearview mirror, his voice friendly but a little heavy. “Do you want to go to the supermarket on the main road, ma’am? The one with the big food court?”

I nodded quickly. “Yes, sir. That one.”

The driver nodded again, then focused back on the road. The sound of horns and shouts from street vendors filled the air again, but to me, all of that felt far away. What was closer was the battle within myself, between the wound Emily had just inflicted and the determination I wanted to maintain for Noah.

“Is Noah sleeping, ma’am?” The driver’s voice broke my reverie again.

I smiled slightly, stroking my son’s hair. “Yes, sir. He’s tired from playing.”

The driver laughed softly. “Kids are like that. Even just a short play can drain their energy. But it’s nice,

Mom, to see their smiles, it makes me happy.”

I nodded, more sincerely this time. “That’s right, Sir. All the tiredness disappears when I see them happy.”

There was a moment of silence, except for the sound of the engine and the rumble of other vehicles. I leaned back in the seat, gently rubbing Noah’s shoulder as it rose and fell with his breathing.

Suddenly, my phone vibrated in my bag. I reached for it slowly so as not to wake Noah. Liam’s name

appeared on the screen. I hesitated, but finally swiped to answer.

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“Hello?” I said softly.

“Are you on your way home?” Liam’s voice sounded calm, but with a faint hint of worry.

“Yeah, soon. Noah’s asleep,” I replied curtly.

“Are you guys taking a taxi?” he asked again.

I glanced out the window, checking the direction. “Yeah, it’s quicker this way than waiting.”

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end. I could imagine Liam nodding, even though I couldn’t see him. “Okay. Be careful. I’ll be at the office for a bit, I’ll be straight home.”

I swallowed, trying to keep my voice steady. “Okay.”

Before I hung up, Liam’s voice came again. “Sienna.”

I waited, but he just sighed. “It’s okay. We’ll talk about it at home.”

Click. The line went dead.

I stared at the darkened phone screen, then put it back in my bag. Something was weighing on my chest, a mix of curiosity, anxiety, and hope that I didn’t dare put into words.

The driver spoke again, as if reading my thoughts. “Sometimes adults get so complicated, ma’am. But when you look at children, they don’t care about anything, as long as their parents are there for them,

that’s enough.”

I smiled faintly, more bitterly this time. “Yes, sir. Children are indeed more honest about happiness.”

The journey continued. The streets began to fill with vehicles with their headlights on. Noah squirmed slightly, then fell silent again, remaining sound asleep in my arms. I bent down and kissed the top of his

head gently.

“Mommy’s here,” I whispered almost silently. “Whatever happens.”

The taxi stopped in front of a large supermarket. I gently patted Noah’s shoulder. “Honey, we’re here,” I

said softly.

Noah blinked slowly, then nodded. “Can I take this robot inside?” he asked, lifting his little robot.

“Of course,” I replied, paying the taxi. “The robot is hungry too.”

Noah chuckled. His laugh was simple, but it felt like an oasis in a long, tiring field.

We entered the supermarket. The cold air immediately assaulted my skin. I grabbed a cart, and Noah sat

at the front, even though he was a bit older, he still liked to sit there, saying it allowed him to see everything clearly.

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“First, chicken,” I said, pushing the cart.

“Then orange juice!” Noah chimed in enthusiastically.

I nodded. “Okay, orange juice is on the list.”

The two of us wandered around, stacking chicken, vegetables, eggs, milk, his favorite cereal, and even a small ice cream cone he’d chosen himself. He’d laugh occasionally, pointing out cute, uniquely shaped foods, and I couldn’t help but laugh along with him, watching him enjoy such simple things.

In every corner of the supermarket, there were young couples, other families, mothers shopping on the phone, children fussing for snacks. Everyone else’s lives were going on normally, peacefully, without the storms I was experiencing. But strangely, amidst all of that, I felt normal. I felt like I was part of a unified world, not a fragment of a constantly fractured story.

The trolley in my hand creaked softly as I pushed it through the crowded aisles. The white ceiling lights cast a bright light, making the shelves of household goods glisten. Noah walked beside me, still rubbing his eyes from just waking up, but his eyes immediately lit up when he saw the rows of colorful biscuits on the first shelf we passed.

“Mommy, can I have this one?” he asked, pointing to a box with a dinosaur on it.

I looked down, meeting his hopeful eyes. A small smile escaped my lips. “Okay. Just one, okay?”

He nodded quickly and put it in the trolley, then walked away with small, eager steps. I stared at his tiny back, my heart warming. It had been a long time since I’d experienced such a simple activity, shopping for groceries with my child in tow.

In another aisle, I picked up milk, bread, and some fresh vegetables. Every time my hands touched these items, I felt like I was putting together a small piece of my life that had been lost. The supermarket, with all its hustle and bustle, gave me space to blend in without having to explain myself, without having to open any wounds or history. Here, I was just a mother shopping with her child. And that felt enough. Noah jogged over to the mini toy rack displayed near the snack section. He held a toy car and turned to me with a questioning expression. I pretended to frown, thought for a moment, then nodded with a smile. His cheer was small but genuine, as he carefully placed the car in his cart, as if it were his most precious possession.