Forgotten Wife: My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left novel Chapter 99

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Sienna’s POV

Noah immediately cheered in delight. “Yeay! Mommy’s staying with us!” He hopped up and quickly grabbed my hand, pulling me toward the house.

I couldn’t stop a small smile from appearing at his excitement. That warmth seeped into my chest again, a feeling I hadn’t had in a long time.

Liam gave a faint smile, then opened the door. “Welcome home, Sienna.”

I stepped inside with mixed feelings. There was still a part of me that wanted to keep my distance, but there was also another part slowly melting, because of Liam, because of Noah, and maybe because my

heart was too tired of being alone.

I stood frozen in front of that bedroom door. The room that had once been mine, a place full of memories,

and also of wounds. When I pushed it open slowly, a gentle scent of cleaner greeted me, no longer the stale air I had imagined. White curtains hung neatly, the afternoon light spilling in to reveal a room kept

tidy as though untouched by anyone. Cam

I stepped inside quietly, tracing every corner. The vanity on the right was still the same, the wooden wardrobe in the corner still standing firm. But something felt different. I no longer felt suffocated like before, only an emptiness that made the room feel unfamiliar. As if it had been waiting for its owner to

return, though I had long considered it part of my past.

I touched the bed, the same bed where I had once cried alone through countless nights. My fingers

brushed against the smooth sheet, and for some reason, my chest tightened.

I sat on the edge of the bed, letting myself sink into the flood of memories that suddenly surged forward. Every inch of this room had once been a witness, small laughter, heated arguments, and tears no one else ever saw. Nights when I stayed awake, staring at the ceiling, hoping something would change. Days when I stood before the mirror, pretending to be strong though I felt fragile inside.

Now it all seemed distant, but the traces remained, faintly etched into the walls, the floor, the very air I breathed. No longer a choking pain, but a kind of bitter silence. Like a scar long healed, yet still leaving a

mark that could never be erased.

I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to accept that this room was part of my journey, a part I once wanted to forget. But now I realized forgetting never meant erasing. Forgetting only meant looking away, while the wound stayed, waiting for moments like this to remind me of its presence.

My fingers still rested on the sheet. It felt cold, unlike the warmth of Noah’s embrace earlier. And there lay the difference, I was no longer alone. I was no longer trapped in this room as before. There was a way out now, a small hand leading me back to life.

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Taking a deep breath, I opened my eyes. The afternoon light streaming through the curtain felt softer, as if offering a new chance. Perhaps this room no longer had to be a place of pain.

I lay down for a moment, just to feel what it was like to be back in this bed. My chest was still heavy, but this time there was a little space to breathe. Not perfect, but enough to make me believe I could endure.

A soft knock at the door startled me. “Sienna, may I come in?” Liam’s voice came gently from outside.

I turned quickly, exhaling before answering, “Come in.”

The door opened, and Liam stepped inside carrying a new gray blanket and a white pillow that still smelled fresh. He walked toward the bed, placing everything down carefully.

“I’m sorry if this room feels messy,” he said softly, glancing at me before smoothing the blanket in his hands. “But this room has always been cleaned. No one has ever used it since you left.”

I held back the sudden surge of emotion. There was something in his voice that felt sincere, like a confession that this space had been deliberately preserved for me.

He turned back, his gaze serious. “If you’re uncomfortable staying here, I can prepare another room for

you. Don’t force yourself.”

I shook my head slowly, trying to smile though it was hard. “It’s alright, Liam. I’ll be fine here.”

He looked at me for a long moment, as if making sure I truly meant it. But in the end, he only nodded. ”

Alright. I trust you. But remember, if you ever feel uneasy, tell me.”

Silence lingered in the room for a moment before he cleared his throat softly. “I’ll prepare dinner. Take your time, rest for a while. You need it.”

I only nodded again, unable to say much. As he walked out and gently closed the door, I remained seated

on the edge of the bed.

Quiet filled the room once more, broken only by the sound of my own breathing. I reached for the pillow

Liam had just placed there, pressing my face into it. The scent of fresh fabric filled my senses, and my eyes stung with sudden warmth.

So many memories were bound to this space, bitter ones I had long wished to forget. But now, somehow, the room no longer felt frightening. Maybe because Noah’s laughter echoed in this house, or maybe because Liam had left this place open for me, never truly closing the door.

I drew in a long breath before finally opening the bedroom door. After sitting alone for what felt like too long, I needed to step outside, to find a bit of calm beyond the walls heavy with memories. My steps were slow as I descended the stairs, and from the kitchen came the sound of pans and pots clattering together.

I found Liam standing there, busy at the stove. The savory aroma of stir–fry greeted me instantly, filling the dining space. His back was straight, his movements fluid, as though he was used to cooking. When I

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hesitated at the doorway, he glanced over his shoulder and smiled.

“Almost done,” he said lightly, as if to reassure me. “Just sit, don’t worry about a thing. Tonight, let me

handle it.”

I nodded faintly, then pulled out a chair and sat at the dining table, which connected seamlessly with the

kitchen. An odd feeling stirred inside me, a mix of comfort and awkwardness. Rarely had I seen Liam like

this, so relaxed and warm.

Not long after, the sound of small footsteps echoed down the corridor. Noah appeared, his hair a little

messy, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “Mommy!” he called cheerfully before trotting over to me.

I smiled and opened my arms, letting him settle onto the chair right beside me. Noah leaned against me playfully, resting his head against my arm for a moment. The warmth of his small body eased the heaviness I had carried all day.

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