Forgotten Wife: My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left novel Chapter 120

Sienna’s POV

The aroma of toast filled our small kitchen. I had woken up early, preparing a simple breakfast. Meanwhile, Liam, who was usually busy rushing to get ready for work, was sitting relaxed at the dining table, his shirt neatly trimmed, but his tie still splayed across his lap. Noah sat next to me, wiggling his legs as he chewed greedily.

I watched them both and smiled faintly. Although many wounds still hadn't healed, at least I could see Noah eating happily, and Liam no longer drifting away.

The aroma of warm coffee mixed with the scent of freshly toasted bread filled the morning air. I placed a plate of scrambled eggs on the table in front of Liam. He glanced at me, his lips curling slightly, then immediately began to spoon his breakfast. It was a simple smile, but it was enough to warm my chest.

"Noah, eat slowly. Don't sway your legs like that, you'll spill," I admonished gently.

Noah just chuckled, his face smeared with strawberry jam. "It's so delicious, Mommy. The bread and eggs are just right!" he said, making me spontaneously turn to him with pride.

Liam smiled too, looking at Noah lovingly. “Daddy agrees. Mommy is a great cook.”

I raised my eyebrows, pretending not to be affected by the compliment, but my heart was actually fluttering a little. “Don’t just say it sweetly. If you like it, finish it all,” I replied, trying to sound lighthearted.

Liam chuckled, then took another spoonful. “Okay, I’ll prove it.”

The three of us ate in a different atmosphere. There was no tension like before, no piercing silence. Instead, Noah’s boisterous laughter bridged the gap between us. I occasionally stole glances at Liam. His hair was still a bit messy, though his shirt was neat. The tie lying on his lap seemed to confirm that this morning he wasn’t just “passing by” the house, but was truly present.

“Daddy, don’t come home too late,” Noah’s voice broke my reverie. He looked at Liam with hopeful eyes. “Because I want to show you the dinosaur drawing I just made.”

Liam looked at him, then nodded. “Daddy, try. I want to see it in person, not in photos.”

Noah cheered slightly, his face beaming. I looked down, holding back a smile. The answer was simple, but it meant so much to my son and secretly to me, too.

I brewed my tea, then spoke. “I have plans today.”

Liam looked up, his eyes meeting mine. “What plans?”

I stared at Noah for a moment before answering. “I want to find a school for Noah. After he graduated from kindergarten yesterday, he has to go to elementary school, right?”

Noah immediately turned his head, his eyes sparkling. “School? Mommy, really?”

I nodded, stroking his hair. “Yes, honey. Mommy wants to look for good schools for you. So you can meet lots of friends.”

His smile widened, as if school were a grand adventure. “I want to! I want to have lots of friends!”

I chuckled at his enthusiasm, but my heart was also filled with anxiety. Choosing a school was no small matter. I wanted to make sure Noah was in a safe, healthy, and fulfilling place.

The boy was deep in thought, his face serious as if he were choosing a favorite toy. “Just one close, Mommy. So I won’t get tired. But if there’s a playground, I want one with a slide.”

Liam and I both chuckled at his answer. For some reason, the sound of laughter made the small kitchen feel warmer.

I sipped the rest of my tea and then got up from the chair. “Then, after we finish cleaning the house, we can go surveying. Noah, you have to get ready, okay? Wear neat clothes.”

“Ready, Mommy!” he said cheerfully, his hands clenched into fists like a little soldier.

I glanced briefly at Liam, who was still staring at me. There was something in his eyes a mix of doubt, determination, and perhaps a sense of redemption. I don’t want to describe it too much, but it was enough to make my chest flutter faintly.

Liam suddenly put down his spoon and said, “Then, I’m coming.”

I turned quickly to him, a little surprised. “Coming? Don’t you have work? Today is a weekday, Liam.”

He leaned back in his chair, his expression calm but his eyes serious. “I can take the day off. Noah’s business is more important.”

I paused, staring at him. A strange feeling spread through my chest, a mixture of relief, emotion, and awkwardness. I’d been used to taking care of many things on my own, including Noah. Now Liam had suddenly offered himself, as if wanting to take back his role.

“Noah is our child, Sienna,” he said again, as if reading my silence. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to carry everything alone.”