Forgotten Wife My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left (Clara and Liam) novel Chapter 241

Sienna POV

The moment the doors of the publisher building shut behind me I released a sigh I’d been keeping inside since earlier. It seemed like all my energy had been sapped during that meeting not due to the conversation itself but because Emily’s unexpected arrival stirred up old feelings I hadn’t anticipated.

I climbed into my car. Settled into the seat. I rested my head against the backrest, shutting my eyes briefly.

“God.” I whispered

allowed my body to settle further into the seat attempting to regulate my breath, which was irregular and trembling. A gentle gust from the car’s vent touched my cheek. It failed to soothe the little turmoil still swirling within me.

My hands shivered faintly as I grasped the steering wheel.

Not due to fear, not like when sudden panic would erupt but merely because all that had transpired seemed overwhelming. Too vivid.

“Did that truly occur?” I whispered as I opened my eyes.

I gazed at the publisher building from the window. That towering structure, its transparent glass mirroring the noon sky had just observed a chapter in my life and also a clash, with emotions I had long hidden away.”You’ve got this Sienna,” I murmured quietly to myself.

Nevertheless my body still seemed like squeezed-out cotton. Fragile, yet comforted. Drained, yet brimming with hope. As though all I’d been suppressing uncertainties self

-doubts, fears had lingered outside the conference room poised to trouble me but never entered.

I clutched my bag on my knees and bowed my head. My mind drifted back to Emily.

Her presentation of her work was extraordinarily professional. Steady, assured not a hint of the woman who had once woven herself deeply into Liam’s life that it broke me. No vestiges of that history apart from myself.

Every one of those injuries remained, no oozing blood yet leaving faint marks that continued to ache when pressed.

“I’m fine,” I attempted to convince myself even though my tone came across uncertainly.

Just as I was about to twist the key and ignite the engine my phone gently vibrated. A notification appeared. I grabbed it. I noticed a message from Vina.

[You did a job today. We appreciate your collaboration.

Let’s keep everything going week by week.]

I gazed at the screen for quite a while. A faint smile formed on my lips. Someone trusted in my work not in my past or the experiences I had endured.

I wrote a response.[Thank you, Vina. See you next week.]

I placed my phone back on my lap. Inhaled deeply, feeling steadier now. Yet my body remained unyielding. The adrenaline lingering in my fingertips persisted, unwilling to disappear.

I gazed at my hands, fingers that used to shake whenever needed to talk in front of an audience. Fingers that previously clutched onto conflicts and tears, then a pen…

Now they signed a contract, turned the pages of my own manuscript and shook hands with those who trusted my story.

Not flawless. Unlike the figures, in romance stories whose existences constantly proceed without trouble because that’s how they’re portrayed. Yet resilient enough to move once more.

“I’m available at the moment. Shall we get together at our place?”

“Of course! The old café? I can be there in thirty minutes.”

“Okay. I’m going right now.”Once I ended the call I turned on the engine. I began driving. During the journey my thoughts repeatedly returned to my interaction with Emily, her eyes, her cutting remarks, the manner in which her voice seemed to dare me.

Occasionalty I clenched the steering wheel firmly attempting to calm the tides of feeling surging and ebbing within me.

As I spotted the cafe’s sign, from a distance a comforting feeling blossomed within me. This spot carried memories of Liliana and me. Sharing laughs grumbling about jobs healing shattered hearts every moment took place here.

I parked my car. Stepped inside. The aroma of coffee and toasted bread welcomed me immediately. The café remained unchanged; ambiance, mellow yellow lighting, smooth jazz tunes. Liliana was already sitting in the corner waving eagerly.

Spotting her more caused my eyes to burn. I had nearly forgotten who I was. Yet catching sight of my friend beaming kindly it seemed like reclaiming a fragment of home I believed I had misplaced.

“Hey Sienna,” she spoke, rising to embrace me.

I reciprocated the hug allowing myself to fall into the solace I hadn’t experienced in ages.

“You seem drained,” she remarked, eyeing me from head to toe. “Truly drained.”I emitted a sardonic chuckle.

“Today was heavy.”

“Let’s take a seat. Share everything with me.”