Forgotten Wife: My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left novel Chapter 130

Sienna’s POV

Silence filled the room. Only the warm yet bitter scent of coffee lingered. I knew my words hurt him, but I also knew this was what had to be said.

Liam didn’t answer right away. He lowered his head, his shoulders slumping slightly, as though the weight he carried was too heavy. His fingers tapped the rim of the cup in an uneven rhythm, betraying his restless mind.

“I understand,” he said at last, so softly it was almost a murmur. “I know you need time. I know I’ve made mistakes too many, maybe. But I’m also scared, Sienna. Scared that this chance will slip away before I can make things right.”

I swallowed hard, my chest tightening. A part of me wanted to erase his fear with comforting words, to assure him I would always be there. But another part knew that if I made promises too soon, I’d only trap myself in the same cycle again.

“Liam,” I said, my voice as soft as I could make it. “If I come back just out of pity, or because of fleeting comfort, it won’t be fair. Not to me, not to you. And especially not to Noah. We owe him the chance to do this right.”

He lifted his face, his gaze trembling with a mixture of pain and longing. “Do you still love me?” he asked suddenly, his voice hoarse, barely audible.

The question pierced me deeper than I expected. My heart raced, heat flushed through me. I honestly didn’t know how to answer. How could I give a simple response to something so complicated?

At last, I drew a long breath. “Those feelings didn’t just disappear. But the wounds haven’t healed either. I’m still learning to accept everything. So don’t push me to give you a clear answer right now.”

Liam closed his eyes briefly, then nodded. “Alright.” His voice was low, almost resigned, but I could see him holding his emotions back.

I touched my cup, turning it slowly between my fingers, trying to ease the tension. Silence fell again, broken only by the steady ticking of the clock. Strangely, it wasn’t entirely uncomfortable. It felt like we were both standing at the same crossroads, aware of the paths ahead, knowing we had to tread carefully.

“I won’t give up,” Liam said suddenly, breaking the silence. His gaze locked onto mine again, steadier this time. “I’ll give you time. But don’t misunderstand, Sienna. I’ll keep trying. I’ll prove to you that I can change, that I deserve another chance.”

Warmth and ache tangled in my chest at his words. A part of me wanted to believe, to hand all my fears over to his embrace. But I restrained myself, knowing trust had to be rebuilt slowly, not with words alone.

I simply nodded. “We’ll see, Liam. Let time prove it.”

He exhaled deeply, as if releasing a burden. A faint, sincere smile tugged at his lips. “Then I’ll start with small things. Like making coffee for you every night.”

I chuckled softly, finally allowing a smile to form. “If the coffee is this good, maybe I’ll consider coming over more often.”

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Liam laughed quietly, the sound warm, and for a moment it made me forget the heaviness between us. That night, we sat together in silence again, but this time it felt different. Not a silence full of distance, but one that left space for hope.

“I know you’re afraid I’ll change my mind, but trust me that’s not what I want. I just need space to think. I want that when I finally decide to live here, I’ll have no doubts left.”

He was quiet for a moment, then nodded. “I understand. I’m just afraid of losing you again.”

I lowered my gaze, pressing my lips tightly. “I’m afraid too, Liam. But if we want to fix things, isn’t it better to start honestly, without forcing anything?”

He let out a long breath, his voice low. “You’re right.”

The silence returned. I could still feel the distance between us, even though we sat side by side. I wanted to close that gap, but I also knew I had to stay true to my decision.

My eyes drifted toward Noah’s bedroom door upstairs. In my mind, I pictured him asleep, peaceful and unaware of how tangled his parents‘ hearts were. A bittersweet smile touched my lips. “I just don’t want Noah to feel our confusion. He deserves a family that’s clear, that isn’t fragile.

Liam looked at me for a long time, then his hand moved slowly, touching the back of mine on the sofa. The touch was warm, hesitant, but sincere. “I promise, I’ll do my best. For you, for Noah.”

I turned to him, and our eyes met. In them, I saw fear, love, and hope all at once. Deep inside, my heart whispered that I still loved him. But I couldn’t let that feeling cloud my reason.

Liam finally gave a small nod, though his face remained tense. “Alright. If that’s what you need. I’ll try to respect it.”

I let out a sigh of relief, though my heart ached seeing him like that. “Thank you,” I whispered.

Drawing in a deep breath, I tried to calm the storm inside me. There was guilt for disappointing Liam, but also relief for being honest with myself. I didn’t want to repeat old mistakes by rushing into a decision.

“Tomorrow I’ll go back to the apartment first. But I promise, I’ll come back. I just need to make sure I’m truly ready.”

Liam looked at me deeply, then gave a slow nod. “I’ll be waiting.

“It’s late, Sienna. You must be tired you should sleep.”

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