Forgotten Wife My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left (Clara and Liam) novel Chapter 185

Sienna's POV

The door was approached slowly with ease. Coolness was present outside the house during the night, with the scent of flowers emanating from the small garden in front. I gazed at the sky and then glanced back at Liam, whose face was softly illuminated by the porch light.

Despite the heat that persisted throughout the night, I still felt Mrs. Wilson. The hugs from Wilson are still on my mind.

"Thanks for joining me, sweetheart," she whispered. "I couldn't be happier with you tonight."

I stayed silent by nodding, anxious that my voice would become shaken if I spoke.

A combination of gratitude and emotion pressed into my chest at the same time. We finally managed to talk it out without the weight of history weighing down our conversation.

I felt like there was no noise coming from inside the car. Noah slept on his back, resting his head on a small pillow. The engine's gentle hum and the blurry, flickering windshield of streetlights made the moment even more peaceful. Liam, who was driving with a fixed focus, caught my eye. It's not the cold, distant look that characterized his face tonight.

I could still hear his words at the dinner table echoing in my head, “I want to learn to love you.”

Those words kept coming back to haunt me, making my heart skip a beat every time I heard them. For a period of five years, it never occurred to me that I would hear such things from him again.

With a low, raspy voice, he suddenly asked, "Are you feeling tired?"

Slowly, I shook my head. "No. I'm still in disbelief about what occurred tonight.”

Liam briefly turned around, a faint smile appearing on his face. "Me too."

Perhaps it's time for a change to occur.

From the window, I gazed at how the streetlights reflected the rain and said gently, "I'm glad your mom got on with it. But I was concerned that she might still feel guilty or resentful. What happened?”

“Mom has been feeling remorse for a long time,” Liam declared.

My efforts to fix things may have taken a while, too.

For the moment I just kept quiet, trying not to say too much. “I don’t blame anyone, Liam. I'm grateful for the opportunity to be here.”

His gaze returned to me, this time with a longer expression. "Me too, Sienna."

There was a whispered sense within him, and there was an unsettling feeling in my chest that made me feel like I could breathe.

Slowly, the car drove through the crowded streets. The city lights glimmered across the glass, leaving Liam's face in shadow as he drove. Noah slept soundly in the back seat, his breath perfectly steady.

Reversing my view of the window, I looked at him. There was no sound from the streets, only the engine hump and the wind sliding softly through the broken window. Unlike tonight, it felt warm and comforting.

Liam broke the silence by saying, "Thank you for your presence tonight."

I sat face to face with him, stunned. “I ought to express my gratitude. Your mom looked so happy. Her smile has never come before for me.”

With a gentle nod, Liam smiled. He expressed his desire to sit at the same table again.

“She once mentioned that the most distressing thing was not losing someone, but acknowledging the possibility of fixing things while being too scared to do it.”

The thought crossed my mind, "Maybe we were too broken to bear that pain again. How I felt?”

He murmured, "Yes, but if we don't try, it will never be different this time."

In the doorway, I observed them with great silence. My chest felt warm, and my eyes were stinging for no discernible reason.

When Liam turned, he smiled and said, "He's doing great. He was asleep. Like an angel."

Back at the living room, I smiled and walked back to it. "Do you have any tea?" I asked.

Liam nodded. “Sure. But let me make it."

It was nearly humorous. "Can you tell me what's happening while I'm brewing tea? That's new."

With a smile on his face, he started the kettle in the kitchen. "I'm learning to be able to serve as an effective husband."

Despite being so direct, his words caused me to feel like I could walk on air again. While sitting at the dinner table, I watched him with an awkward but honest expression. But I also had the impression that it was a different kind of Liam, not cold and distant, but warmer than his real-life self.

He placed two cups of tea before sitting across from the table. The soft steam erupted between us, emitting a faint aroma. We spent some time rejoicing, relishing in the stillness that was unexpectedly soothing.

He whispered, "I'm not perfect, I know." He was furious.

“But I'll try. We are in the presence of Noah and you.”

Despite my attempts to find any evidence of dishonesty, I was able to come across his face and discover the truth. It was my first time believing in him.

“Liam, thank you.” I whispered, “Let’s give it a try.”

After he nodded, we just sat there that night, silently understanding everything.