Forgotten Wife My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left (Clara and Liam) novel Chapter 219

Sienna’s POV

As I picked out cooking spices Liam came to mind. He would surely be pleased to learn this. A mixed sigh slipped from me. He was likely swamped with tasks now attempting to make up for the day he missed. I didn’t wish to interrupt him so I saved this news as a surprise, for tonight.

Once all the items I intended to purchase were in my basket I proceeded to the checkout, settled my bill and left the store feeling more relieved than earlier.

The midday wind gently touched my skin bringing with it the aroma of the city yet everything seemed more vibrant today. Even my strides, toward the vehicle, felt more buoyant as though I wasn’t moving solo but accompanied by a presence resembling hope.

The vehicle moved gently away from the parking lot as a warmth continued to fill my thoughts. Resting on my lap two shopping bags shifted each time the car went over a bump in the road. Yet I hardly noticed them. My attention settled on a phrase:

The publisher would like to have a meeting.

I nearly felt like laughing at myself. How often had I imagined this moment? How many evenings had I secretly penned my thoughts while everyone else slept, with a cup of cold tea and a faint desk lamp, for company?How frequently had I doubted if any of it was significant?

Now A person genuinely, from that realm wished to meet me.

My palm rested on my chest attempting to soothe the heartbeat that continued to pound. “Relax, Sienna don’t let yourself get too anxious,” I whispered quietly as I steered the car.

The street leading to the downtown area became more congested. Individuals went outside for their midday meal motorbikes jammed the roads and car horns blared. Yet unlike normal none of it disturbed me. I even switched on the radio allowing gentle tunes to permeate the atmosphere.

Each line of the song elevated my spirits a bit further.

While stopped at a light I checked Livia’s message.

[Proud of you. Have no fear. You are prepared.]

I shut my eyes briefly. Livia had been correct. I was prepared. I had wasted much time minimizing myself due to a delicate marriage, due to the doubt that plagued me for years due to a life consumed by duties with no space available for aspirations.

Today I experienced the feeling of being a version of myself someone who previously possessed ambition, someone who previously had bravery, someone who wrote without the fear of being criticized.Once the signal switched to green I proceeded to drive.

Quarter of an hour later the towering structures gradually transformed into lines of quaint stores. Inviting cafés. The midday environment here was more relaxed; individuals strolled about chuckling office employees savored their lunch breaks outdoors.

I decelerated, searching for a parking space to the café

Vina talked about.

“Rosemary Café,” I whispered upon noticing the dark-green sign on my left. Its name was encircled by a flower emblem. Ah, indeed. My go-to spot for ages. The spot where I frequently sat by myself when I needed to write or just relax.

I discovered a place, near a big tree. Thank goodness.

When the vehicle came to a halt I rolled the window down a bit. The wind brought in the aroma of coffee. Browned bread, from the café. A fragrance that consistently soothed me.

I switched off the engine. Paused briefly holding the steering wheel firmly with both hands. My stomach twisted unexpectedly some anxiety, some anticipation.

After that I pulled the café door ajar. Moved nearer, to the existence I had solely envisioned from a distance.

I got there ahead of time. I was anxious yet eager. The spot was not too busy a handful of patrons typing away on their laptops. The scent of coffee mixed with tunes fostered a warm ambiance.Afterward a lady, with neatly trimmed short hair and a cream-colored blouse entered. When our gazes met, she.

Came closer.

“Sienna?” she inquired kindly.

I rose. “Yes, Vina? It’s a pleasure to meet you face-to-face, at last.”

We exchanged a handshake before sitting down. Vina unfolded a folder packed with papers and handwritten

notes.

“Apologies for requesting a meeting,” she said with a grin.

“Having gone through your draft night | thought we should talk about it sooner.”

I gave a nod attempting to steady myself despite my heart racing.