Forgotten Wife: My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left novel Chapter 147

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Liam’s POV

There was another long silence. I never attempted to fill it. I desired to provide her with the opportunity to unwind and gather herself.

She finally gave a soft, “thank you, Liam. For taking care of him. For making him laugh today.”

Closing my eyes I cracked a smile, “that was all I really wanted. My responsibility.”

The kitchen clock was amidst the sound. I barely noticed the scent of cooking in place while the stove was still on. It was all about the other thing, her voice at the opposite end of the line.

We didn’t talk for long. She stated that she had to return to work within minutes. Even though she didn’t catch my gaze, I still nodded.

“All right. Take care of yourself, Sienna.”

The call ended.

I gazed at the phone screen briefly before exhaling deeply. Relief, but there was also a deep longing for. Yet, tonight I knew she had heard me and hers.. That was enough to lighten the world’s mood.

Back to the stove, I retrieved the spoon and began stirring the food that was almost ready. It was quite tasty. As I whispered, “I’ll have dinner with you again someday, a small smile spread across my face. You, me, and Noah.”

While turning off the stove, I could smell all the food in there. On the table, a small pot was set up to serve soup, and simple side dishes were neatly placed on plates. Despite the fact that only Noah and I would be eating dinner tonight, it was delightful to see everything put together so perfectly, as if the house were truly alive.

After washing my hands on a kitchen towel, I ventured into bed and headed straight for the bedroom. The bed felt too wide while I hung my phone on the nightstand. What could it have done? The feeling of emptiness was evident near me tonight.

The wardrobe was opened as I sighed. Why? The shirt I had on all day was taken off, replaced with a thin T–shirt and comfortable lounge pants. Change had the effect of letting loose part of my weight loss day.

I saw myself in a big mirror situated in the corner. There was some mess in my hair and there were faint shadows under my eyes, indicating that I must be fatigued. I left shaking my head and headed straight for the bathroom.

The first thing I noticed when cold water touched my face was that I felt fresh. Then I bent forward, and the stream trickled down my head shoulders with a twist. The weariness of the day, playing with Noah, making meals, and longing for her, seemed to wash away with the water.

After a brief moment, I prepared to dry my face with tucked–in towels before the sink. The coolness of the night air against my damp skin caused me to shiver, but I felt more composed. I always found the quietness that nighttime showers brought, which allowed me to think clearly.