Forgotten Wife: My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left novel Chapter 141

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Liam’s POV

There was a gap that I couldn’t close my eyes upon. It was cold in the bed beside me and Sienna wasn’t present. She had decided to return to her flat for some time, but there was still an odd sensation in my chest. By now, I was accustomed to her at the dining table sipping coffee while giving me a smile. My sole concern was silence.

I breathed deeply, taking in the view of the roof that appeared to be all over my head. The experience of going alone was unfamiliar to me, but this time it felt different from when Sienna came back. During that time, I perceived quiet as a trustworthy friend without any emotional attachment. After sensing her proximity once more, the stillness within me prompted my belief that something was not present.

I gazed at the corner of a room. What happened next? The memory of Sienna sitting on Noah’s lap was still fresh in my mind. At that time, her face was so calm that the world seemed unimportant. The uncomplicated memory unfolded more than I anticipated.

Trying not to be distracted by the ideas, I closed my eyes again, hoping that I could fall asleep again. In its place, Sienna’s face persisted. Her quiet laughter and unassuming gaze at me during my busy work hours were captivating. It was a beautiful moment. When she was anxious, the little pieces seemed to turn round in my head, even when she looked away. Almost immediately.

Suddenly, I felt like sucking up my breath. “Why is this what?” I asked myself. It was just so soothing.

Leaning against the bed and hands on my knees, I remained there. There was an unencumbered desire that haunted me, accompanied by feelings of shame. The distance between us was too tight, as I knew there must be a gap. Too many words left out, too many old wounds.

My mind wandered to Noah. That youngster has become the center of all. Over time, his appearance, smile, and sadness had the power to completely melt the walls I had constructed. Despite my desire to always be there for him, I was afraid of failing like Sienna did.

After that, I ascended to the window. The morning light was sparked by me moving the curtains. It was clear in the sky, and the world outside seemed to be moving along without concern for the turmoil within my heart. Feeling cold, I place my fingers on the cold glass to see the contrast between the sun’s warmth and the coolness of the window.

My mind was preoccupied with the thought that Sienna might be able to move on. Could my current actions be nothing more than a wasteful effort?

Trying to think things out, I moved my head slightly. The middle was the only place where I could not stop. My responsibility included proving to Noah, Noah and myself that I could surpass my male counterparts.

The seconds went by quiet. The presence of Sienna’s shadow made it difficult to breathe in the room. The cold kept the storm inside me as I laid my head on the glass.

Empty. Longing. Guilt. All tangled into one.

I stood up and removed my phone from the table near the bed. No notes from her. I recognized that I couldn’t ask for anything from her or push her. Sienna needed room. Nevertheless, the weight of wanting her to be in my

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The noise of tiny steps made me look. Noah, with his untidy hair and dinosaur pajamas, came in pulling a little robot in his hand. His eyes were half–closed but when he saw me he came right over.

“Dad.” His voice was rough, still thick with sleep.

I grinned, trying to seem friendly even if my heart felt ripped. “Morning. You’re awake now?”

He shook his head, then with no doubt spoke quietly, “I miss Mommy.”

His talk hurt more than I thought. I bent down, moving his hair softly. “I get it, dear. Daddy needs Mommy too”

His small face dropped, both hands gripping the robot strong. “When is a Mommy coming home?”

I took a deep breath, holding in the rush inside me. I made a small smile. “Just wait okay? When Mommy is ready we will go get her together.”

Noah’s eyes brightened, as if those plain words were the largest pledge in the world. “Really Daddy?”

I shook my head yes. “Sure! Now, let us eat breakfast first. Dad is going to make something tasty for you.”

He gave a tiny grin, then came after me in the kitchen.

I cracked open the fridge, pulling out some eggs, bread and milk. My hands worked on their own like they did when I hurried to make breakfast before going to work. The change was that now a pair of small eyes were looking at me from the chair. Noah sat there still his tiny body slumped a bit, his stare stuck on a red toy robot on the dining table It was gift from Sienna not long ago

I put the things on the table, looking at Noah once more. He was still watching the red robot, hitting the table now and then like he wanted to see if the toy could move by itself. There was something so sweet in his look, something that made my heart hurt with both joy and sorrow.

Using my hand, I heated up some butter in a pan. A smoky aroma drifted into the kitchen, where it was softened. My hands moved frequently, but my gaze often retreated to Noah. He was too young to comprehend the complicated world of adults, and he didn’t communicate much. Why? I knew that he was the only reason I had to continue.

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