Forgotten Wife: My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left novel Chapter 156

Sienna’s POV

I stopped for a moment, pretending to fixate on the soup. Why? He said it with clarity, but there was a chill in my heart.

I divided the hot soup into two bowls and placed them on the table after a few minutes. Then we started eating, and I was sitting facing him.

I smiled when I first savored it. “It’s still tasty,” I said.

As he chewed, Liam nodded and said, “It’s not good. It tastes like home.”

While trying to understand his words, I glanced at him briefly. But his eyes were too warm, and too honest. I remained silent, waiting for the right moment to happen.

During that time, the only sounds heard were the gentle scraps of spoons and bowls against the wooden table. The kitchen air was tranquil, despite the fact that my heart rate was still exceeding normal. I tried drinking more soup, trying to keep my balance.

After a second glance, Liam corrected his gaze and whispered, “I thought this taste was only present when you were cooking.”

A quick chuckle helped me get over it. “You’re not really hungry, Liam.”

Despite his expression, they both smiled and then shook their heads in agreement. “No,” he said. The pot on the stove caught his attention as he looked for small things that could only be made to feel like this. I can still recall everything.

I froze slightly. Coldness enveloped the warm steam in between us. “Do you remember anything that minor?” I asked softly. Despite my confusion, it seemed too obvious.

Without hesitation, he replied, “How can I forget about the little things that are most memorable.”

I looked down at the top of my soup, uncertain about what to say.

With a gentle voice, Liam lowered his head and added, “I never shared this with anyone, but after you left, I made it sure. Chicken soup. In that little notebook, you recorded the same recipe. Nonetheless, the flavor was not identical. I don’t know why.”

I smiled faintly, but my heart was hurting. “Maybe you forgot something important,” I whispered softly.

He paused, his head tilting in wonder. “What’s the story?”

I smiled at the thought, “Patience.”

With a soft sigh, Liam could tell me something warm. “Maybe, yes. I may have lost my patience during that time. Or it could be another reason.”

His voice was quiet, but powerful enough to make me stop for a moment. My response was unclear. The window of the world had not opened, and the smoky sound of night breezes still resonated.

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I swallowed another one, concentrating on how it felt to be in that broth. The taste of everything we had lost was reminiscent of our previous experiences, and it felt like home again tonight.

Without any prior indication, I gazed at him with fascination, and when we finally crossed paths again, time seemed to stop. Although we didn’t speak, I recognized that there was still work to be done between us. For so long, we have been waiting for the bravery to be felt.

I almost stopped chewing. I was blindsided by his words and gaze. I squirmed and continued to eat, worried that my eyes might be too big for him.

We dined in silence for a while, but the noise of spoons was all that remained. I finally had the nerve and asked,

Trying to make small talk, I asked how it was working today. “What’s your work schedule?”

With a soft sigh, he put down his spoon and said, “It was really exhausting. A significant amount of meetings, numbers, and decisions. But I got through it. The experience of returning home and seeing you here is worth the exhaustion. It’s so satisfying.”

I looked at him, startled. It’s surprising that he spoke with such gentleness. He had a tired expression on his face, but his smile was genuine. A feeling of guilt flooded my mind, as I was consumed by my own pain and forgot the hard work he had been fighting for.

I paused for a moment before exhaling. “I guess I haven’t been doing much lately. Now that’s all there is to send the manuscript back to my editor. Honestly, I felt stuck for a while. My mind kept wandering. About Noah, about us.”

Liam maintained a fixed gaze towards me, his eyes unmoving. “That’s typical. Sienna, you don’t need to be strong on your own. I’m here.”

I froze. His words were uncomplicated, but they seemed to hold me back from falling into a graveyard. After a brief nod, I turned my gaze towards my bowl.

The dishes were taken to the sink after dinner, and I did laundry. I shook my head as Liam stood up, hoping to offer his assistance. “Let me take a step,” he said. “You’ve worked enough today.”

While I was washing dishes, he nodded and leaped against the kitchen doorway. His eyes were so intense that I felt uneasy about it.

Without warning, he stated that they would be in disagreement about who would handle the dishes.

I laughed softly. “Yeah. Your slowness will always result in losing.

He smiled, his voice soft and sour. “I am deliberately slowing down to avoid getting caught up in this.” A moment’s hesitation followed.

With a smile on my face, I turned to see him. He had revealed his trick and I was in shock.

The laugh we shared was light and airy. It was a pleasure to share. Identical to two individuals who could finally breathe after being held in until now.

I went to sit in the living room with him when everything was done. With a soft blanket spread out on the couch, Liam seemed to suggest that I should rest. And I did, pulling the blanket on my lap.

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The television was off, and we were seated together, It was warm and there was no awkwardness in our silence.

He softly remarked, “I’m glad you’re here.”

Then looked at him, into his eyes. They were so honest. I nodded with a small smile. “Me too,” I said, in unison.

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