Forgotten Wife My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left (Clara and Liam) novel Chapter 189

Sienna's POV

I shut the gate slowly and walked back in the house.

When Liam's auto vanished from view, the home quickly became quiet. Only the ticking of a wall clock could be heard mixing with the soft smell of coffee that still hung in the air.

I paused for a while in the ͏living room, my gaze landing on the eating table we’d just walked away from. There was still Noah's clean plate and Liam's coffee mug, not touched since morning. For some reason, the view made me grin. A soft warmth spread through my heart? something I thought I’d lost long ago, now gently coming back.

I started to clean the table slowly. Each move felt peaceful, kind of like a dream. One by one, I took the plates to sink. Warm water flowed over my hands, cleaning off the signs of the easy meal we enjoyed that morning full with fun and brightness

Liam and Noah. Two names that made me feel both scared and want to stay. Now they are the reason I can smile each morning,

I turned the faucet a bit up, letting the sound of water fill the quiet room. Soap bubbles floated in the sink, shining as sunlight hit them. My hands moved soft, rinsing each dish while my thoughts drifted far away.

Outside I could barely hear the chirp of birds, a gentle tune that made the morning feel more calm. But under that peace my heart beat a bit quicker for reasons I couldn’t really say. Maybe because what we shared before felt too nice, like something delicate that might go away if I wasn’t careful.

I looked at Liam's cup sitting on the table, the light mark of coffee still clear around the edge. Without knowing it, I grinned again. I used to miss small things like that one. But now, I wanted to keep in mind all, every detail, every little moment that made us feel like a family once more.

I grabbed the mug softly, keeping it with two hands. It was still a bit warm, like it held bits of a person who just left, one who made me weep a lot, but now showed me what pardon really meant.

The water in the sink started to spill a bit, waking me from my daydream. I quickly turned it down and chuckled lightly at myself.

“See you, Sienna” I said “you can even dream up while doing the dishes.”

But behind that giggle, something soft was growing in my heart, a feeling I hadn’t yet had the courage to call. Maybe I was starting to lift my heart once more not like before but in a calmer, slower way.

When I was done, I wiped my hands with a cloth and peeked at my image in the kitchen glass. Light shone on part of my face, making my hair look bright. I seemed better than I had been in ages. The dark rings under my eyes were missing, the tightness in my jaw had lessened, and the fear that once filled my eyes was not there anymore? Maybe this was the face of someone slowly finding joy again.

I went to the little work area in the corner of the home. My wood table stood tidy by the window, my laptop still open from last night. The end line I had written shined softly on the screen. I sat down, looking at the words with a weird blend of feelings.

“Oh wow, thank you, Livia. I really didn’t expect things to move this fast.”

“Of course they did,” she said cheerfully. “With a manuscript that good, anyone would be interested. Oh, are you at home right now?”

“Yes, Liam and Noah just left.”

“I can imagine how quiet your house must be right now,” she teased.

I chuckled softly. “Yeah, for now. Until Noah gets home this afternoon.”

“Well, I hope you enjoy your quiet time, Sienna. You deserve it.”

“Thank you, Livia.”