Forgotten Wife: My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left novel Chapter 152

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Sienna’s POV

The morning sky was soft and slightly cloudy, but the sunlight filtered through the leaves, creating a warm glow on the house’s exterior. The scent of jasmine from a pot on the porch, the sound of trickling water from the small pond, and the breeze that felt like memories were transporting each one to me. I felt a sense of sorrow and sadness in every action, as if I was revisiting the past with aching hearts.

I rolled my small suitcase across the floor of the porch, its creak against me as I moved in sync. Whether it was due to my anger or fear, I had stopped at the brown wooden door where I used to open them. Yet this time, all I could do was be in my head. The trembling in my chest was not caused by anxiety, but rather by the anticipation of someone who finally has the courage to return home. It felt like an earthquake.

The door handle caught my attention while I waited for it with both hands moving. “It’s time to knock,” I said, taking in air and raising the hand. Before I could open it, the door slowly opened inside, as if welcoming me.

I washed with a light from the living room, which had smelted like baby soap, wood, and even traces of cooking. Standing at the doorway, I was in agony. My heart raced, anticipating what was on the horizon. I had doubts about it. Afterward, I finally heard the sound I craved: faint footsteps moving forward and a clear, unmistakable laughter.

I can still remember the heartbeat that occurred as soon as my feet returned to that yard again. I had been confined to my house for an extended period of time. The suitcase wheels vibrating against the porch tiles was a tangible sign that this time I was truly home, not just thinking about it.

I didn’t make a sound when the front door opened slowly, so I knocked. Someone swarmed at me, their face glowing with happiness.

Noah swooped into me, almost crushing me. “Mommy!” he said.

I laughed, hugging him tight. I was exposed to warmth, the kind of warmth that I had missed every night when I stayed alone in my apartment.

My eyes met his petite expression. “Hey, I’m at home. Thank you.”

Noah gave a grinning nod and his eyes lit up. “Mommy, I was sobbing for you! Despite playing with Nanny, I couldn’t shake you off!”

“Noah.” I whispered softly.

Holding him again gave me a bittersweet sensation, the familiar scent of his skin, his warmth, and his small heartbeat matching mine. It was all smiles. I spent every moment of my life feeling lonely and nothing seemed to bother me.

His bright eyes blinked as he said, “Noah has been waiting for Mommy all these years, I play with Bibi and still miss you so much!”

Trying not to spill my tears as I gently stroked his hair, I said, “I miss you dearly. Mommy kept thinking about you every day.”

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To be sure, he looked down at my face. With a smile that was both wide and pure, I could tell she was home.

As I nodded, I met his gaze with a firm and determined determination. “Yes. Mommy’s really home. Mommy won’t go far again.”

After Noah hugged me tightly, I realized that I didn’t need to say anything more. I was home. I found my place.

I gently tapped his head. “I appreciate your patience in patiently anticipating Mommy. What an emotional response!”

With a smile on her face, Bibi approached behind him. “Welcome back Mrs. Sienna. Your presence has been on Noah’s mind all day.”

I gave a timid smile. “Thank you, for keeping him company.”

We went inside. Without delay, Noah spoke fervently about his day. He recounted to me how he played with the red robot I had given him, and how Bibi prepared his preferred chocolate pudding. Occasionally, he would touch my hand and show me his toys in the living room.

With his little hand in my grip, I followed his frenzied steps and heard his constant chatter. With his voice, I absorbed the melody and filled my heart with silence, which had been so quiet for years. Laughing and smiling, I made an effort to fully appreciate everything else, fearing that my focus would be lost by blinking.

Nanny presented herself with a glass of water and placed it on the table. “I’m pleased to see Noah’s cheerfulness once more, Ma’am. He has frequently inquired about your return schedule since you left.”

With a grimace on my cheek, I gazed at her. “I’m sorry if it was problematic.”

According to Nanny, she didn’t say it at all. Nevertheless, things have changed.

Missing someone is an unfamiliar experience for a small child.’

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