Forgotten Wife My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left (Clara and Liam) novel Chapter 234

Sienna’s POV

This morning seems more peaceful than normal. Perhaps it’s because I had a night’s sleep. Perhaps it’s because Liam stayed next to me throughout the night. I’m not sure. All I’m certain ef is that when I step into the kitchen my heart continues to feel warm.

I can still sense the imprint of his fingers from the moment my eyes first opened today. Liam remained asleep, his breathing gentle and steady. I couldn’t find the heart to rouse him. It was, like observing someone who’s always been resilient finally finding repose.

I wrap my light cardigan tighter around myself as my feet meet the kitchen floor. The sun hasn’t completely come up. Its warm golden glow has already slipped through the kitchen curtains shimmering on the polished pots and pans. The house seems vibrant. It feels like a home, not just a fleeting refuge.

I pull open the fridge. Grab the ingredients we purchased yesterday. I’ve already prepped and divided the chicken for tonight’s meal and, for breakfast now I opt to prepare something toast, softly scrambled eggs and some fruit slices.

I place a skillet on the stove and switch it on. Eggs are broken into a bowl, the yolks and whites merging gradually as I stir with a steady motion. The aroma of melting butter starts to spread throughout the room.As I wait for the toast I rest against the counter. Release a deep sigh full of relief. Yesterday I did not get positive news about my manuscript but l also got a response to the greatest fear I’ve ever held: that Liam could still have feelings for someone else, in his heart.

Nonetheless he returned home. He selected this house. He selected us.

My fingers graze my lips recalling the tender kiss he placed on me before drifting off. It wasn’t intense or fiery just mild. Filled with devotion. Somehow that delicate gesture made me feel more valued than any ardent kiss possibly could.

I’ve just placed the toast, eggs and fruit on the table when the soft patter of footsteps comes from the hallway.

“Wait, Mommy!” he shouts from his bedroom. “I’m dressing in my uniform alone!”

I Gently shake my head. He’s very proud of mastering tasks lately.

I go back to the stove inspecting the pot of creamy soup! prepared for Liam recalling how tired he has been recently.

The moment I extinguish the flame the bathroom door, at the corridor’s end swings open.

Liam shows up with hair dressed in a casual shirt that hasn’t been tucked into his trousers yet. His actions seem sluggish as if he’s still partly asleep.

“You got up late,” I comment automatically as he walks over massaging the back of his neck.

Liam breathes out quietly. “Yeah. My body feels quite weighed down. Perhaps I overdid it yesterday.”

I nod. Anxiety immediately settles in my chest. “You truly seem worn out Liam. If you require rest.”

“I’m good,” he responds promptly then offers a smile. “I only need some coffee.”

promptly grab the mug I’ve readied. Fill it with hot coffee. The known sharp scent spreads through the

– kitchen.

“Coffee, for you Mr. Liam,” |joke while giving him the mug.

Liam laughs quietly taking the mug and breathing in the steam before sipping. “Thanks. You always understand perfectly what I require.”

I sit beside him at the table. The morning feels calm like a fragment of an ordinary life I once never imagined we could share.

After quick footsteps come closer.

“Mommy! Daddy! Look!”

Noah rushes into the room dressed in his school uniform, the collar askew yet he appears extremely proud.”I did it to myself!”

“Congrats, Sienna. This is well-earned. You’ve put in much effort.”

– My face flushes from the manner in which he speaks. ”

Thank you, Liam.”

“I’m glad you’re at last achieving what you desire,” he goes on. “You’ve postponed your life for too long due to other matters, including because of me.”

I begin to speak. Noah cheers loudly before I can.

“Mommy will become a known writer! Mommy is the greatest!”

We chuckle and I tousle his hair tenderly.

“I’m not sure it will reach that point,” I reply with a grin.”

Still ‘ll give it a shot.”

Liam agrees with a nod. “No matter what you decide I’ll back you.”

Something inside me melts hearing that.

Years back five years of marriage with Liam were marked by separation, quietness and coexisting, like strangers.Yet now he takes his place at our table providing support unprompted as though we were destined from the beginning to create this home together.