Forgotten Wife My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left (Clara and Liam) novel Chapter 249

Sienna’s POV

I nodded in agreement. There were still many things we hadn’t talked about, many old wounds that hadn’t fully healed. But tonight, in this simple kitchen, I didn’t want to unpack any of it. I just wanted to enjoy the safety that was quietly growing.

Noah came back with wet hands and a wide grin. ”

Mommy, can we eat now?”

“Soon,” I said. I glanced at Liam, then back at Noah. “The chef and his assistant need to get ready first.”

Noah nodded seriously and climbed back onto his stool.

I watched his small back, then turned to Liam. Gratitude I couldn’t hide flowed quietly and sincerely through me.

I took a breath and said, my voice honest and almost trembling, “In happy seeing you like this.”

Liam held my gaze for a moment, his eyes warm. “We are too.”

I placed the bag of pastries Liliana had given me on the counter. “Oh, there are cakes. Liliana bought some for Noah too.”

“Cake? Yay!” Noah shouted from across the kitchen.

Liam and I laughed at the same time.Not long after, the roasted chicken came out of the oven, perfectly golden, its aroma instantly making my stomach growl. Noah’s corn soup was ready too, steaming gently in a large bowt.

The three of us set the table together. It was simple, but it felt incredibly precious. Noah sat in his chair, his cheeks flushed with excitement, while Liam poured the soup for us.

When the first spoonful touched my tongue, I closed my eyes immediately. “Mmm, Noah, this is so good.”

Noah grinned so wide he looked like he might take off.”

Really?”

* “Really,” I said. “This is the best corn soup Mommy has ever had.”

Liam glanced at me with a small smile. There was a hint of exhaustion in his eyes, but also a calm I hadn’t seen in a long time. “Welcome home, Sienna.”

I smiled at his words, and for a moment my chest filled with something hard to describe, not euphoria, not overwhelming emotion, but a quiet sense of coming home. I nodded slightly as I scooped up more soup, blowing on it gently before taking another bite.

Noah ate with intense concentration, his brows slightly furrowed every time he scooped the soup himself, as if the task were an important mission that couldn’t fail.

Every so often, he glanced at Liam and me, making surewe were really eating.

“Mommy, I have to finish it,” he said seriously.

“And Daddy listened,” Liam added.

I smiled at them. “Thank you for waiting for me.”

Liam looked at me briefly before returning to his food. ” You’re building something important. We can wait.”

The words sank in slowly but deeply. I looked down, stirring my soup so my emotions wouldn’t show too much. “Today was pretty heavy,” | admitted. “But coming home and seeing you reminds me why I keep going.”

Noah stopped eating. “Mommy tired?”

I looked at him and smiled. “A little. But not anymore.”

He nodded, satisfied, and went back to his soup. “If Mommy’s tired, eat Noah’s soup.”

Liam added softly, “That’s the strongest medicine.”

We continued eating. There were small stories about school, about a wobbly desk, about a friend who brought a funny lunchbox. I listened, chiming in now and then, feeling time slow down. Nothing was rushed. Nothingneeded to be solved tonight except finishing our meal and being together.

Between bites, I looked at Liam’s face under the kitchen light. There were honest lines of fatigue there, but also an intentional effort that he no longer tried to hide. I didn’t wonder whether this would last. I just sat here, eating with them, and let this moment be enough.