Forgotten Wife: My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left novel Chapter 164

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Sienna’s POV

The realization of how beautiful things can be seemed effortless to me.

Suddenly the shopping cart beside me suddenly twitched and brushed my foot.

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” exclaimed a girl.

With a smile on my face, I declared, “That’s fine.”

A small boy beside her seemed to be pushing the cart with a nervous demeanor.

I caught sight of the boy with curious eyes, and he proceeded to hide behind his mother’s back.

I laughed softly and crouched down a bit.

“You’re doing a good job helping your mom, that’s all right.”

She chuckled with relief and thanked her, then left. While gazing at the petite face of a little boy, Then sighed quietly.

I briefly laid eyes on Noah before he disappeared.

Running across the living room, Alternatively, while moaning behind the curtains. Thinking I couldn’t see him.

I proceeded slowly through the aisles. I gaze at the shelves, perched on top of colorful patterns.

There was an ease in this uncomplicated act. Picking, weighing and stuffing the basket without hurry.

During my time in the supermarkets, I would often find myself thinking:

Deadlines, interviews, unanswered messages. Now, I was just here. Present.

In this moment.

A member of staff near the bakery section was arranging warm baguettes into a large basket.

I picked one up and perceived heat in the minuscule material.

The feeling was that of a tender embrace–real, yet intimate.

I stopped in the milk and cheese aisles. Looking at the carefully folded items.

It was then that I suddenly remembered, without any apparent reason.

My former shopping companion, Liam. The best way to discuss our milk taste was through laughter,

We were forced to purchase both due to our unwillingness to compromise. A slight smile was visible on my face. Those memories caused me to experience chest pain, once again. But now they felt light.

Maybe because I’ve started to come around and make peace with them. The cereal aisle passed by me after a few

steps.

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I paused in front of bright boxes with cartoon mascots. I was aware of Noah’s favored one.

The front of the object displaying the green dinosaur. I impulsively grabbed one and placed it in my basket.

I smiled as I thought, “Old habits die hard.”

Despite the absence of a mother’s child,

Even in small matters, she persists in thinking of what could make him happy when he wakes up tomorrow.

Next, I went straight for red apples and some bananas at the fruit counter.

The corner saw an old man picking grapes, amidst bright light. Upon meeting him, I smiled and he smiled again.

The presence of kind strangers offered a sense of comfort. Despite not knowing me, their presence was warm.

In the vicinity, there was a mother who was carrying ten pounds of carrots. Chatting with her son seated in the cart. Seeing it brought back my pride.

I was suddenly engrossed in the image of Noah. He had a bright smile as they chatted non–stop, His gentle whispered words referred to me as Mommy.

Slowly exhaling, I realized how much longer I could still be missing him.

Perhaps I could bring him home later. I proceeded to the meat section, where. Impounded chicken breast and a small package of coarsely cut beef.

Another instance of me remembering Liam occurred on the shelf nearby. How he would chop ingredients so carefully. His focused expression Or how he would sneak extra salt in when I didn’t look him in.

I laughed quietly to myself. It could be that I frequently reflect on them. But how could I not, In the past I used to rely on them so much.

After collecting all the ingredients, I proceeded to go straight to the pasta and bread store. I leaned in to hold the spaghetti and tomato sauce.

“Why don’t you ask?” I muttered.

It’s impossible not to imagine the smell of blazing onions in olive oil.

This had the effect of making me feel hungry.‘ I crammed in my basket a few sweets and one bottle of milk. Not because I needed them, but because I wanted them.

The duration of time had been extended. As a result of my sole intention to purchase, I made the purchase. I was weighed by a teenage cashier at the checkout, who smiled as she measured my vegetables.

“What’s dinner tonight Mom?” She smiled at me

Before responding, I simply smiled and contemplated.

“Maybe chicken soup and spaghetti.”

“Sounds delicious!

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“Do you have anything to cook for your family, as she playfully inquired?”

“I hesitated for a heartbeat.”

Then nodded softly.

“Yes, you could say that.”

I received the receipt from the teenage cashier, who was still smiling and thanked me.

I was unable to forget the question from her earlier, which had an unsettling effect on me.

“Cooking for your family?”

The sentence was uncomplicated, but somehow it tugged at my heartstrings, a faint feeling of loss and optimism.

While spotting my groceries, I glanced at the other checkout lines one by one.

A couple in their youth was jokingly picking out candy. With arms folded, a father gave him hugs and patted his child’s back.

The male cashier in front of her was looked at by an elderly woman with a friendly smile.

All was quiet, yet all beautiful. I realized that it had been a long time since I had felt connected to such.

That simple picture of togetherness. For the first time today, I didn’t feel like a stranger.

Possibly because I’ve learned to not let others complete me until later. Nevertheless, I am creating warmth myself. As I looked around, my basket was almost full.

A small box of chocolate, a bottle of milk, fresh vegetables, bread and pasta.

Despite being elementary, they seemed to me to be minor icons of something bigger.‘

A quiet beginning. The cashier smiled at me again.

“Mom, I hope everything goes well with your dinner.‘

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