Forgotten Wife: My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left novel Chapter 163

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Sienna’s POV

I experienced a gentle stroll that afternoon. The sun had begun to move towards the west, and its golden rays were spreading across the pavement. As the breeze gently blew into my hair, I could smell coffee and toast from the rows of cafés in this street. Walking slowly, I embraced my small bag and let the thought slip away in an unfocused manner. I couldn’t shake off the words from Livia:

Your words suggest that you have found peace with yourself.

Maybe she was right, I thought. At one point, my movements were so rapid, I felt like I was walking in an endless loop.

It’s possible that it was my initial encounter with someone I had not seen in a long time.

The colors of the sky were softly changing, the shadows of trees gliding across the pavement, and strangers‘ laughter provided comfort. It was not just a matter of observation.

A small bookstore situated at the corner of the street was where I stood. Several new novels were showcased in the window display, each with pastel covers and titles that whispered stories of finding their way home. I smiled faintly. It was ironic to me that despite my efforts to write for years, it was the writing that led me back to my original self.

I gazed at the sky that had started to change color. My heart felt grateful and gentle Those were the days when my life was full of anxiety. Am I good enough? Should I be loved again? Is it possible to write about something that holds meaning despite the loss of everything?

The queries seemed less serious, almost out of the ordinary.

After taking a deep breath, I exhaled slowly.

I whispered, “It could be that this is the feeling.” When the wounds begin to heal, there was a sense of tranquility that followed despite the excitement.

I was startled by a bicycle bell. ‘The. A cyclist passed me and smiled, I instinctively replied. I proceeded to walk towards a small park located at the end of the street. A row of empty wooden benches was waiting, and in the middle a small fountain sparkled in sunlight.

I sat on one of the benches. The sky changed color slowly, transforming from gold to orange and then softly falling into violet. I could see this moment. People were gathered around me, but time seemed to go by slower.

I opened the writing app that had been my quiet sanctuary since unlocking my phone.

I had just completed my last draft of a story, and it was still there. That label felt more meaningful now. I paused to observe it before inputting a new line beneath it.

I appreciate you for taking such a painstaking and heart–wrenching step.

I remained above the screen with my fingers crossed. Without realizing it, a smile that was small and curled up on my lips.

I used to write in order to escape reality.

My intention was to inhabit my writing. Why?

I was tossed around in the wind, with my hair becoming frizzy. Then I gently tucked it behind my back and stood on the bench. Noah’s smile and Liam’s still–quiet gaze – the one I almost lost were there in my mind.

I had no idea where our relationship would take off?

Until then, I was no longer afraid.

Despite the circumstances, I found peace is more valuable than assurance. This was my belief.

The fading sky gave me the impression that this is the start of a completely different story, one where loss and hope are slowly returning to my former self.

I could walk without any distraction and simply enjoy the scenery around me.

In front of a flower shop, cries of love from a young couple, mothers hold hands with their children while the little man picks up a balloon and an old man sits on it. bench feeding birds.

Everything appeared to be more alive than ever.

The mirror in the shop was my reflection. My face looks calmer now. No signs of tiredness could be seen under my eyes, only a small, unintentional smile. I then glanced at a small bookshop on the corner of the road. I could see its shelves outside. I stepped inside without hesitation.

There was a small bell above the door, and I could smell old paper. Warm and peaceful. The room was illuminated by soft yellow light that billowed between stacks of books. The middle–aged man behind the counter looked up and smiled kindly. A good look!

“Take your time,” he said.

With a smile on my face, I glanced at the shelves. I wiped away dusty books with my index finger, reading titles I hadn’t encountered for a long time. Some of the stories I used to keep company with when I was a teenager, before life became so complicated.

I came across The Little Prince, which was familiar. Its beautiful cover was slightly worn? Softly, I smiled. ” We’ll meet again,” I whispered, opening the file.

On the first page, there was a handwritten note. For those of you who are still searching for home.

My chest tightened gently. At the right moment, it seemed like a peaceful message from the universe.

Breaking my silence, the man behind the counter said, “That’s a good book.”

When I walked towards him, he had a warm smile on his face. “Many individuals read it when they are seeking peace.”

I smiled at my counterpart. “I think I’m doing the same thing.” Another reply.

He nodded and seemed to comprehend my words. “I hope you find it. It was a pleasant surprise.”

After paying, I went outside once more. It had a soft orange color, with thin clouds peeling away along its edges. I admired it intently, pressing the small book against my chest.

Despite the noise from traffic and strangers‘ footsteps, there was something inside me that felt so serene. It was all smiles.

I had been avoiding deadlines, worries and the past for some time. It was different from what I was thinking. Why?

I was simply here.

Perhaps Livia meant this in terms of finding inner harmony.

It’s not that every bruise has gone away, but the fact that I’ve learned to live with them without feeling defeated.

Even with the book in my hand, my walking style remained unchanged and I felt a lighter weight.

As if I were not just walking home, but towards a different version of myself.

On the way to a peaceful walk, I flickered with glee and whispered,

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