Forgotten Wife My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left (Clara and Liam) novel Chapter 211

Sienna’s POV

“Absolutely delicious! Mommy is the greatest!” he exclaimed with pride, offering two thumbs up.

I chuckled quietly. “You say that every day.”

“Because it’s true!” He continued to nibble, shifting his legs to and fro.

I watched him eat while he packed his school bag, sketchbook, colored pencils and lunchbox. Simple routines. Calming. As I focused on Noah my mind didn’t drift much toward Liam and Emily.

However at times a feeling of unease would emerge.

How is Emily getting along?

Is she all right?

Does the hospital call suggest that she is alone?

Why is Liam’s number the one saved in her phone?

I stopped, staring at Noah’s cheeks bulging with food. He was unaware of how my mind was filled with worries I shouldn’t be facing so early, in the morning.

I gently shut his school bag after fastening the zipper on his pencil case. The gentle sound of the zipper resonated through the dining room. Meanwhile Noah kept swinginghis legs, occasionally glancing at me with a smile as if just having me around finished his morning perfectly.

If only my heart could be that straightforward.

Yet once I had arranged all my things for school my fingers tightened over the bag. A pause followed. A sudden surge rising from inside my chest.

Emily.

The name echoed again.

Yesterday’s phone call was brief yet enough to split my reflections into two throughout the night. The nurse’s formal voice, her wording and the fact that they contacted Liam. Not any other relatives. Not family.. Liam. ”

Was it suggested that Emily truly lacked any companions?

The image of her face resting in a hospital bed lingered in my mind. She might have been lying there alone without a companion, without family, without a person to hold her hand.

A sense of guilt slowly crept in. I was reluctant to admit it because I bore no responsibility to worry but a faint flicker of compassion entered my soul.

I rested my fingers against my temples trying to shake off the anxiety that stuck to me like a shadow.

Now is not a moment for me to consider this.Not long as Noah was softly humming and rhythmically tapping his plate.

Not when this morning was intended to be calm and peaceful.

I concentrated on the glass of orange juice placed before Noah then checked his water bottle to confirm it was full.

Everything looked neat. My heart sensed something different.

What caused that phone call to feel like a sign? Why was I so anxious that Liam could be pulled into his past again?

Why did I get a feeling of forewarning about losing something I had recently begun to rebuild?

Without realizing it I clenched my fists.

Liam had left before sporting that smile, placing a kiss atop Noah’s head and softly resting his hand on my shoulder. A tender touch,. It left a warm tight impression afterward.

As I cleaned up the breakfast plates those identical thoughts returned.

Suppose Emily’s condition was severe? Suppose she suffered wounds? Suppose Liam needed to care for her?

Suppose

“When Daddy arrives Mommy will feel joy again?” he stated straightforwardly.

I. Brushed his hair back gently. “Certainly, darling.”

After he finished his breakfast I helped him slip on his shoes, fixed the collar of his uniform and tidied his hair.

“Ready for school?” I asked.

“Ready!” He snapped his fingers in the air like a tiny superhero.

We left the house side by side. The early air greeted us, crisp and somewhat cool. Noah held my hand tightly eagerly hopping towards the gate.

At every move I persistently tried to convince myself that everything was fine. Liam was simply carrying out his duties. That history would not come back to destroy what we had worked hard to rebuild.

“Stay alert at school, Noah” I said as I straightened his backpack one time before he passed through the gate.

“I love you, Mommy!” he shouted, giving my cheek a kiss before running indoors.

I grinned gently while watching his small figure disappearamong the children.

Once he was fully inside my smile slowly faded away.

In that instant it was just myself and my thoughts. I breathed in deeply. I looked up at the glowing dawn sky.

“Thave to trust that all will end well.” I whispered quietly to myself.

Though quietly, a storm within had started to knock.