Forgotten Wife: My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left novel Chapter 19

Her question made me freeze, my hand halfway to the fries. I turned to her, then slowly shook my head as I picked up a single fry and popped it in my mouth.

“They don’t need to know,” I said lightly, even though my chest felt anything but light. “In fact… they can’t know.”

Liliana sighed. Her gaze was now a mixture of confusion and concern.

“How are you still surviving in that house?” she asked, incredulous. “After everything they’ve done to you?”

She paused, then leaned in slightly, glancing left and right like she was plotting something criminal, before whispering:

“Even with star–of–the–show Emily living under your roof?”

I let out a small laugh. I don’t know why, but that sentence sounded oddly funny to me–like Emily was some huge celebrity crashing in my tiny rented room. I straightened my back and said, half–mocking, “I’m not Emily’s fan. So why should I be bothered?”

Liliana immediately slapped my arm lightly. “Ugh, that’s not what I meant, Sienna!” she protested, folding her arms. “I just don’t get it… how deep can you bury everything on your own? Liam hurt you, and now Noah even prefers her. And she’s here. I your house. In your space. Near your husband. Near your son. Like-”

“Like she’s replacing me?” I cut in, finishing the sentence Liliana couldn’t bear to say. I took a deep breath. “I know. I’m aware of everything. But I also know there are only four days left.”

I leaned back in my chair, gazing up at the sky that was still cloaked in darkness. Even the streetlights seemed reluctant to light. up tonight. “After that… it’ll all just be the past. I don’t want to leave this place full of anger or carrying a grudge. I just want to go peacefully. Quietly… without anyone trying to stop me.”

Liliana didn’t respond right away. She just stared at me for a while–maybe searching for whatever strength might still remain on my face, a face I myself was tired of seeing in the mirror.

“You’re not alone,” she finally said. “If one day it becomes too much… remember, I’m always here for you. All you need is one word. One signal. I’ll come.”

I looked at her and smiled. A faint smile, but genuine. “Thank you. But tonight, let’s just enjoy our food. However messed up tomorrow might be, tonight… I just want to laugh with you.

She smiled and raised her plastic cup. “Deal. But finish your fries first. No leftovers!”

I chuckled softly, feeling just a bit lighter. Even though my heart was still full of wounds, tonight I could pretend–just for a moment that everything was okay, with the one person who still saw my worth.

A few hours later, I stepped out of Liliana’s car slowly. She waved before driving off down the quiet street. I opened the front door gently. The living room light was still on. The sound of the TV upstairs hummed faintly. I thought everyone would be asleep by now and maybe that was for the best. I wanted this night to end without another scene.

But my steps halted as I passed through the living room. Something felt different. My eyes scanned the wall that had always been covered with framed photographs. I walked slowly, needing to be sure I wasn’t imagining it.

Empty.

There was a blank space.

A whole row of photos was gone.

Suddenly, my chest tightened. I turned toward it, heart pounding. I knew exactly which photos used to hang there. Our family photos. Noah’s birthday party–when I baked his cake myself. Pictures that proved I once existed in this home.

Now? All of them were gone. Replaced with new frames. Photos of Liam, Noah, and… Emily.

This morning I woke up with a pounding headache and erratic breath. It felt as though I’d been trapped in a never–ending nightmare all night. But I had no time to complain. My eyes landed on the phone vibrating on the table–its screen lit up with a message from the parents‘ group.

[Invitation for parents this morning at 8 a.m. Your attendance is requested.]

My heart nearly jumped out of my chest. It was already 8:12.

Without even brushing my hair properly, I grabbed my bag and jacket and ran down the stairs. I didn’t even glance at the living room–not that it mattered whether anyone noticed I was leaving or not. I drove in a panic, weaving through the morning traffic, hoping the teachers were still there, hoping I wasn’t too late.

My car sped through the crawling lanes of traffic. Horns blared around me, heightening my anxiety. I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my palms damp with cold sweat. I kept glancing at the clock on the dashboard–8:17. Why am I always late for the things that matter most? Why can’t I be the kind of mother who’s always on time, who responds to school messages before the last second?

Sunlight pierced through the windshield, stinging my tired eyes. I blinked quickly, trying to shake off the lingering drowsiness. The roads near the school were crowded with motorcycles and pedestrians darting across without warning. I had to slam on the brakes as a little boy dragged his backpack across the street in front of me.

“Focus, Sienna… focus…” I muttered under my breath, trying to calm the storm inside my chest.

I pressed down on the gas a bit more as I entered the residential area near the school. I saw a few parents walking with folders of their children’s documents. They looked neat, calm, prepared–the complete opposite of me, who hadn’t even touched face powder or done anything with my hair.

I slowed the car near the now–quiet school gate. A few teachers were talking with the guards in front of the auditorium. I parked in a rush, realizing only then that I’d forgotten to bring Noah’s folder that I had prepared the night before on the dining table. I felt like slapping my own forehead.

My hand, which had been gripping the car door handle, slowly loosened. My whole body sagged slightly, as if my bones couldn’t. support the weight pressing down on my chest anymore. But before I could climb inside, the sound of footsteps and faint laughter snapped me out of my daze.

I turned.

Liam and Emily walked side by side from the school lobby. Liam still wore his crisp blue shirt, holding a folder in one hand and car keys in the other. Emily smiled faintly, sunglasses perched on her head, a stylish handbag hanging neatly on her arm.

They paused when they saw me.

Liam clicked his tongue. His expression wasn’t surprised or awkward–just cold and slightly disgusted.

“What are you doing here?” he asked sharply.

I opened my mouth but didn’t know what to say.

He spoke again before I could answer. “Did you come just to create a scene? This is pathetic, Sienna.”

My heart felt like it was being crushed. I stood frozen, staring at the man who once wiped away my tears, now tearing apart my dignity without hesitation

“Everyone else already left, but here you are, acting like you don’t know your place,” he continued. “You do realize, don’t you, that from now on, anything to do with Noah is Emily’s responsibility?”

My eyes widened. His words struck me like a whip–merciless, straight to the heart.

Emily gave a sheepish smile. “Sienna… I’m sorry, I should’ve let you know. But everything happened so quickly-

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“Emily,” Liam cut her off sharply, turning to her. “No need to apologize. She’s the one who should know her place.”

Emily immediately fell silent. Her smile vanished.