Forgotten Wife: My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left novel Chapter 118

Sienna’s POV

I was just starting to drift off to sleep on the couch when the front door creaked open. I instinctively straightened, my heart beating faster. For a moment, I panicked, afraid it was just another bad dream arriving uninvited. But then a deep, familiar voice called out.

“Sienna? Noah? I’m home.”

I breathed a sigh of relief, but I still stood up. I unwrapped my knees and walked out of the living room toward the entrance.

“Liam,” I whispered softly, “be quiet. Noah’s just gone to bed.”

Liam stopped in his tracks and turned to me. His eyes looked tired, but there was a small glimmer in them, as if he had returned with something different this time. In his hands, I saw several large plastic bags, making me frown.

I squinted, leaned closer, and pointed at the bags. “What are those?” I asked, half suspicious, half confused.

Liam held the bags higher, his smile thin but unmistakable. “Fried chicken and pizza,” he replied lightly.

I let out a long sigh, then unconsciously hit his arm lightly with the back of my hand. "You're like this! You should have told me before you were going out to eat. I was already getting ready to cook."

Liam just chuckled, as if enjoying my nagging. "But you haven't started cooking yet, have you?" he replied, giving me a look full of excuses.

I snorted, turning to the kitchen. True, I'd just put the groceries in the fridge and hadn't had a chance to take out any ingredients yet. So technically, he wasn't wrong. But I still felt like I'd lost the argument.

"Yeah, but still. I already had a menu in mind for tonight," I said, half protesting, half resigned.

Liam approached, placing the plastic bags on the dining table. "Come on, don't be mad. Wake Noah up. Let's eat together while it's still warm."

I stared at him for a few seconds. There was something relaxed about his demeanor tonight, as if he wanted to lighten the mood. Maybe this was his way of trying to smooth over the issues between us.

I sighed, then finally smiled a little. “You, really,” I said softly, shaking my head.

“Wake up Noah,” he repeated, softer this time, almost like a request.

I stared at his face for a moment, then turned toward Noah’s room. I opened the door carefully and stepped into the room, lit only by a small nightlight on the corner table.

“Noah.” I whispered softly, sitting on the edge of his bed. I stroked his hair, making him squirm slightly. “Honey, wake up for a minute. Daddy’s home with fried chicken and pizza.”

His eyes slowly opened, still half-conscious. “Pizza?” he mumbled hoarsely.

I chuckled and nodded. “Yes, pizza. Come on, let’s eat together.”

Within seconds, his enthusiasm returned. He sat up quickly, rubbed his eyes, and climbed down the bed with small, still lazy steps. I took his hand and walked out of the room, holding back a laugh at how food could wake him up faster than any alarm clock.

“No,” Noah replied quickly, shaking his head vigorously. “It’s a super strong dinosaur. So its head has to be big so it can bite a lot.”

Liam chuckled, his voice crisp, making me turn my head too. “Good logic,” he said, giving Noah a thumbs up. “Daddy agrees with you.”

Noah grew even more enthusiastic, his hands moving as he explained. “Right? Daddy understands! Well, then I added horns to his head, like a triceratops. So it’s even stronger!”

I sighed with laughter, staring at my son’s innocent face, completely lost in his imagination. “You’re so creative, Noah. Mommy is so proud.”

The boy blushed, then glanced at Liam. “Is Daddy proud too?”

Liam stared at him for a long moment, then nodded with a soft smile. “So proud. You’re an amazing kid, Noah.”

There was a brief silence after that, not because of awkwardness, but because Liam’s words felt so honest, they pierced something deep inside me. I looked down for a moment, tidying up the crumbs on the table, trying to hide my suddenly surging emotions.

Noah spoke again, breaking the silence. “Daddy, when can you come back to school? Some of my friends are asking why Daddy never picks me up.”

The question was simple, innocent, but it almost took my breath away. I turned quickly to Liam, waiting for his answer.

Liam looked stunned for a moment, then smiled faintly. “Daddy will try, Noah. If I’m not busy with work, Daddy wants to pick you up.”