Forgotten Wife My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left (Clara and Liam) novel Chapter 236

Sienna’s POV

Liam gave a smirk, a subtle lift, at the edge of his mouth almost imperceptible unless closely observed.

“Alright, alright. I’m on my way.”

I accompanied them to the entrance. The crisp morning breeze flowed inside chilly yet invigorating. Noah hopped a bit before slipping on his shoes. Liam knelt to assist him with the laces when Noah had trouble. Watching him so composed, patient and caring always filled my heart with a warmth I couldn’t fully describe.

“We’re heading out,” Liam remarked as he got up and grabbed the doorknob.

Noah sprinted back over to me for an embrace. “Bye, Mommy!”

“Bye, sweetheart. Have fun at school.”

Liam remained upright next, to me evidently expecting an answer. I offered him a smile. “Take care driving.”

That expression returned more. Soft. A bit weary. A touch cozy?

“Forever,” he answered quietly, almost as if it was a secret, for my ears.

They both then went outside. I observed them headtoward the vehicle Noah running ahead and Liam just behind, seemingly prepared to support him if my young son faltered. Before entering the car Liam glanced back at me for a moment. Only for a moment. It was enough to stir an unusual feeling deep in my chest.

Afterward the vehicle door shut, the motor. The automobile gradually moved out of the driveway.! remained standing until it vanished at the roadside.

Once quietness, at last settled over the home I exhaled deeply. It seemed as if a void had swiftly emerged, despite their recent presence. I couldn’t tell if a sense of ease or oddity was beginning to take hold.

One thing’s clear: today seemed destined to be a day. Yet somehow I didn’t mind.

I shut the door gently allowing the diminishing drone of the engine to fade from my mind. The kitchen retained the scent of rich soup and the dining table remained partially uncleared. Yet I did not immediately proceed to straighten it.

Rather I rested against the door. Shut my eyes briefly.

This quietness seemed unusual. Before whenever I found myself alone the house resembled a space without ventilation stifling urging me to escape.

Today the home seemed occupied. When vacant.

I softly rubbed my face with my hands before heading tothe kitchen. Gradually I started clearing the plates rinsing the glasses Liam and Noah had utilized. I moved deliberately as though allowing my thoughts to align with the emotions that had surged quickly ahead.

After I was done I put on a tune on my phone. The living

– room instantly seemed vibrant. I then took a seat at my desk by the window. Piles of notes and manuscript drafts of my novel awaited me. There was a synopsis I had to submit today. My duties were accumulating. I still smiled.

It had been ages since last felt thrilled to work.

I inhaled deeply. My fingers started moving swiftly across the keyboard. Sentence upon sentence poured out not flawless, but sincere. Occasionally I stopped, gazing at the serpen for a while as I recalled Liam’s words, from that day.

Sienna. You are resilient.

For some reason those words continued resonating.

Inspiring me to demonstrate that he was correct.

Sixty minutes, one hundred twenty minutes. I hadn’t even noticed how the time slipped away until a notification prompted me to have food or water. I let out a laugh at my own expense.

Now I realize why Liam often reprimanded me. I could keep writing until I lost track of everything around me.

I grabbed a glass of water. Positioned myself by the window. Beyond I noticed mothers strolling past withtheir kids. A few appeared tired while others were bursting with joy.

“‘m pleased to hear that,” he responded, a warmth entering his tone.

I acknowledged with a nod despite it being unseen by him. “Thanks, for this morning.”

“For what?”

“To make everything seem achievable.”

Another quiet pause followed. It wasn’t hollow. The Silence brimmed with everything we hadn’t found the courage to voice aloud.

“Sienna,” he said gently. “If you require anything today just tell me alright?”

I grinned. “Indeed. Carry out your duties correctly Mr.

Liam.”

I could sense his grin, over the phone. “Yes, Mrs. Liam.”

I became motionless.He spoke those words tenderly as though that title was mine, genuinely with affection. Not, out of duty.

“All right,” hurried away to conceal the unexpected flutter in my chest. “‘ll return to my tasks.”

“Okay. Good luck, amazing writer.”

The call concluded. I remained motionless for several more moments. Pausing my breath. Allowing the impact of a brief call altering the whole atmosphere of the morning to fully settle.

I returned to my laptop with an unstoppable smile.