Forgotten Wife My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left (Clara and Liam) novel Chapter 221

Sienna’s POV

The moment I exited the café I made up my mind to head to Noah’s school. It was two o’clock, in the afternoon and I was aware that the kids would be finishing their lessons shortly.

The instant my shoes met the pavement beyond the café the afternoon wind softly caressed my face as though greeting the choice I had recently taken. A faint trace of coffee’s sweetness remained on my tongue. What dominated was a gentle surge of joy, within my chest. It seemed I could stroll endlessly without feeling exhausted.

I swung open the car door. Settled inside, setting the folder with Vina’s draft agreement on the passenger seat.

An involuntary smile crept across my face. Regardless of how much time elapsed that instant would forever remain one of the significant milestones in my life.

I turned on the engine, fastened my seatbelt and entered my destination, Noah’s school.

The day remained luminous despite the sun appearing reluctant behind wispy clouds. The journey from downtown to the school was short. A gentle pop tune was on the radio. My thoughts drifted widely toward the upcoming days of my debut book to the expression on Liam’s face upon receiving the news and naturally to Noah, who always brought a comforting warmth to my world.The vehicle progressed gradually down a busy road. Thè pavements were packed with schoolers making their way home and several street sellers had started setting up their items for the late afternoon. I caught myself grinning at the scene. This city wasn’t flawless. At this moment everything seemed just right.

As I halted at the signal I reached for the folder once more. Merely a light touch. To confirm that everything was genuine.

I pictured Noah afterwards gazing up at me with his eyes and asking, “Mommy why do you have that smile?” and me replying, “Mommy has some good news.”

Then I pictured Liam. God, Liam. His look of relief and pride would definitely make me act occupied to hide that I was almost crying tears of joy. He had always trusted that I could be more than a survivor. Privately I wished to tell him before anyone else did.

The signal changed to green.

The vehicle resumed its motion, along the path that had grown well known. I went by the flower store. I frequently stopped at the big drugstore then the narrow street that directed toward the residential neighborhood and the school. Each meter of the trip made my pace feel easier.

When I neared the school the street was crowded with vehicles of parents collecting their kids. Several mothers lingered by the gate conversing and glancing at their watches from time to time. Luckily I spotted a parkingspot beneath a pleasantly shaded tree, a rare piece of good fortune.

I switched the engine off, exhaled deeply and rested my head on the seat.

Today seemed like one of the most wonderful days I’ve ever experienced. No major events took place. Countless little moments carried great significance.

Gently I unfastened my seatbelt. Grabbed the grocery bag I had set in the backseat beforehand. I intended to give Noah a treat, a sweet roll purchased at the supermarket.

He would really enjoy it.

“Mommy collected Noah today!” he exclaimed happily as though it were the most wonderful surprise ever.

I chuckled, softly combing his hair. “Yes Mommy went directly here after a meeting. Mommy missed you.”

He held me firmly as if unwilling to release me.

God there was something simple yet utterly whole that filled my chest to the brim whenever he did this.

After a moment Noah. Eagerly dug through his bag.

“Mommy check it out! Noah did it!”

He gave me an envelope adorned with a star sticker placed at one of its corners.