Forgotten Wife: My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left novel Chapter 119

Sienna’s POV

Noah’s eyes immediately lit up, his face radiating with unconcealed joy. “Yeah! I’ll definitely show Daddy my dinosaur drawings!”

I could only nod slightly, smiling along despite the faint pang in my chest. It was a simple promise, but I knew it meant a lot to Noah.

Liam then turned to me, his voice low. “You don’t mind, do you, Sienna?”

I shook my head. “As long as Noah is happy, I won’t mind.”

Noah patted the table with his hand, excited. “Then, Daddy and Mommy will have to sit in the front row at my school play. Promise!”

I chuckled, trying to hide the tears that were creeping up. “Yes, Mommy promises.”

Liam smiled, looking at Noah warmly. “Daddy promises too.”

The dinner table was once again filled with Noah’s soft laughter, the sound filling the previously silent house. I looked at him, then back at Liam. And for a moment, I felt a small light creeping through the cracks in our hearts—fragile, but real.

After our bellies were full, the dining table was cluttered with half-empty pizza boxes, scattered tissues, and heaps of chicken bones. Noah leaned back in his chair, rubbing his stomach with a contented expression. I smiled slightly at the simple joy I knew he would cherish.

“Mommy, I’m so full,” he said, yawning slightly.

I stroked his head gently. “When you’re full, wash your hands and brush your teeth. So you can sleep soundly.”

Noah nodded obediently, then jumped down from his chair. The sound of his footsteps echoed as he hurried toward the bathroom. As soon as his back disappeared behind the door, the room suddenly fell silent. It was just Liam and me, sitting across from each other, with the dining table between us.

I looked down, pretending to be busy tidying up tissues and throwing leftover food into a plastic bag. It was too hard to look at him for too long. But I could feel his gaze there, following my every move, assessing, searching for an opening.

“You don’t eat much,” his voice finally broke the silence.

I looked up briefly, then shook my head. “That’s enough. I’m not hungry anymore.”

He didn’t answer immediately, just nodded slowly. But I knew Liam wasn’t just commenting. There was a note of concern there, one he was trying to disguise. I swallowed hard, then stood up and began clearing the dining table.

“I’ll clean up,” he said quickly, rising from his chair.

I looked at him, a little surprised. “No need, I can do it myself.”

Liam shook his head. “We’ll do it together.”

Something strange stirred in my heart at those words. Something warm, but at the same time, it made me want to back away. Because I knew how fragile I would be if I let this togetherness grow without a clear direction.

We cleared the table in silence. Occasionally, our hands nearly touched as we reached for the same plate or box, and each time, I quickly withdrew my hand. What should have been a safe distance still felt too close.

When the table was cleared, I leaned against the wall for a moment, taking a deep breath.

Then the bedroom door opened, and Noah appeared in his favorite pajamas, his hair still damp from washing his face.

“Mommy, Daddy, I’m ready for bed,” he said with a big smile.

I smiled back and bent down to greet him. “Come on, honey. Mommy’ll keep you company.”

Liam listened along, occasionally adding silly noises when I called out animal names. When I read about lions, Liam let out a low roar, making Noah laugh even as his eyes grew heavy.

“Daddy’s cute.” Noah murmured sleepily.

I glanced over and saw Liam staring at Noah with a smile I rarely saw. A genuine, loving smile. I quickly returned to my book, afraid that the look would make my heart waver again.

Before long, Noah was completely asleep, his breathing steady. I slowly closed the book in my hand and set it aside. I bent down and kissed his forehead, whispering, “Good night, honey.”

Liam also bent down, gently touching Noah’s hair. “Sweet dreams, son.”

Silence fell, only the ticking of the clock and Noah’s breathing between us. I lay down slowly, my back to Liam, and pulled the blanket up to my shoulders.

Suddenly, a soft voice came from behind me. “Thank you, Sienna.”

I closed my eyes tightly, unsure whether to answer or pretend to be asleep. But my lips finally whispered, “For what?”

“For letting me be here,” he replied softly. “For Noah and maybe for you too.”

I fell silent, my heart pounding. I wanted to say so many things, about the hurt, about the doubt, about the fear of falling again. But on the other hand, I was too tired.

So I simply replied, “We’re doing this for Noah.”

I could feel a small movement behind me, like Liam nodding, even though I didn’t turn around. Then the sound stopped, replaced by a long silence.

In the dimly lit room, Noah slept in the middle, a fragile bridge between Liam and me. And for that night, I allowed myself a little peace, if only for a moment.