Forgotten Wife: My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left novel Chapter 21

Sienna’s POV

I stepped out of the kitchen and my eyes immediately found Noah sitting cross–legged in the living room. His small frame hunched over the tiny table, crayons in hand, busy scribbling on his drawing paper. I walked slowly, making my way toward him.

“Noah,” I called softly.

He didn’t respond, but smiled when he realized I was there. There was a simple, innocent joy in his smile that warmed my heart, if only slightly.

“What are you drawing?” I asked, crouching beside him.

Without hesitation, he held up the paper and showed it to me proudly. “This is my family.”

I looked at the drawing. There were three figures, sketched with bright, cheerful colors. In the center, a small child with the name Noah written above him. On the left, a man with black hair and a tie–clearly Liam. And on the right… a woman with long hair in a red dress. Emily. Her name was written, too.

I wasn’t in the picture.

I wasn’t part of that family.

My smile faded instantly, though I quickly masked it. I swallowed and forced the corners of my mouth to lift again.

“That’s beautiful,” I said, my voice slightly trembling. “So colorful. Aunt Emily’s wearing a red dress,

huh?”

Noah nodded eagerly, proud. “Yep! Aunt Emily likes red. Daddy says she looks pretty in red.”

“Oh…” I nodded slowly, my eyes still fixed on the drawing. My gaze lingered on the empty space where maybe I should’ve been

but wasn’t. In Noah’s little world, I had already been replaced. Erased, even.

Without realizing it, I rubbed my chest. That crushing feeling returned, tightening from within. But I kept smiling, kept trying to look calm in front of Noah. He had no idea how those colorful crayons were quietly tearing my heart to shreds.

“Why isn’t Mommy in the picture?” I asked softly, barely a whisper.

Noah shrugged, his answer innocent. “Because Mommy’s not part of the family anymore, righ

The words struck like a blade.

I wanted to reply. To say I was still his family. That I never stopped being his mother. But my voice was gone–swallowed by pain too deep to name.

Noah turned back to his drawing, adding a few extra colors. I remained there beside him, staring at the paper, trying to memorize its shape, its colors, and the ache it left behind.

Because maybe, when I’m truly gone one day, that might be the only piece of memory left–even if I wasn’t in it.

I exhaled, swallowing all the bitterness, and as I was about to stand, my eyes accidentally caught a new photo frame that had replaced mine. Its glass gleamed, and its position was impossible to miss, as if deliberately placed so everyone would see it.

I stepped closer. Slowly.

Inside the frame was a photo of Noah, smiling brightly between Liam and Emily. Three people. Perfect. As if they were always meant to be. As if that was what a “family” was supposed to look like.

But… I wasn’t there.

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There was no Sienna.

My hand gently brushed the frame’s glass. I stared at Noah’s grin–the same smile I used to see when I held him. And Liam… smiling with pride. Then Emily, standing confidently between them, as if she belonged there. In the spot that once was mine.

Suddenly Noah looked over at the frame. “That’s our new photo,” he said proudly.

I tried to smile. “Yes, Mommy sees it.”

But that smile slowly faded, and I couldn’t stop the question that slipped out, a quiet sigh more than anything. “Why isn’t Mommy in that photo too?”

…as if the a

Noah shrugged casually, as if the answer was simple.

“Mommy doesn’t belong in it, right? Mommy’s not part of the family anymore.”

My world stopped spinning. His words weren’t meant to be cruel. He didn’t say them in anger. He just… spoke the truth. The kind of truth only children can offer–with a clarity that cuts deeper than anything else.

I turned slowly toward Liam, hoping he’d say something. Disagree, maybe. But he didn’t. He just stood there–expressionless. No denial, no explanation, not even a flicker of guilt. His silence was consent.

Emily stood nearby. Her gaze held a quiet satisfaction, and she made no move to stop Noah. No correction. No change of topic. She simply let the moment unravel–just as she always did–allowing it to tear apart the only person who had never truly been welcomed from the beginning.

I held my breath for a moment, then forced a stiff smile.

“If Mommy really doesn’t belong…” I looked at Noah gently, trying to stay strong even though my eyes burned. “Mommy won’t be here much longer.”

Noah gave a small nod, then turned and ran toward Emily, unaware of everything

His smile was wide. The kind of smile he used to save just for me.

He hugged Emily tightly, so warm, like she was his only home now. Like she was the shelter that once was mine.

“Auntie, let’s read a story!” Noah shouted, beaming up at Liam.

Liam bent down, ruffled Noah’s hair gently, and nodded.

“Daddy, come too!” Noah said.

Then, without hesitation, he took Emily’s hand and Liam’s hand at the same time–like a little child clinging to his complete, perfect family. His tiny fingers clutched theirs tightly, as if afraid to let go.

I could only stand frozen in the corner. Watching the scene I once dreamed of. But now… I was just a spectator in my own home.

“Let’s go! To the bedroom!” Noah giggled, tugging both of their hands up the stairs.

They followed without protest. Emily smiled warmly. Liam matched Noah’s pace.

Their footsteps faded upstairs, soft but loud in my ears. Echoing. Pounding in my chest.

I wanted to call Noah’s name. To say I could still read him bedtime stories. That I still remembered every word of his favorite book. But my lips wouldn’t move. Something invisible held them shut..

I could only stare blankly, watching their shadows disappear behind the stairs.