Forgotten Wife My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left (Clara and Liam) novel Chapter 254

Sienna’s POV

The meeting finally concluded neatly that day. Chairs were pushed back, laptops were closed, and the tension that had been hanging in the air slowly dissolved. I stood and shook hands with Vina, the publisher’s representative who had supported me professionally from the very beginning.

“Thank you, Sienna,” she said sincerely. “Your decision was clear and well-directed. We’ll wait for your update regarding the new cover concept.”

1 nodded. “Thank you as well for respecting my opinion.”

We exchanged smiles before parting. My steps felt lighter as I left the meeting room like an old burden had finally been lifted, not just about the book, but about having the courage to stand by my own choices.

I walked down the publisher’s corridor more calmly than when I’d arrived that morning. The glass walls on my right reflected my own image a face that looked tired, yet more upright. Something had changed, subtly but unmistakably. As if I had just signed an unwritten agreement with myself: to stop shrinking my own voice for the sake of anyone’s comfort.

Outside the meeting room, office life had returned to normal. Some staff chatted while carrying folders, others laughed softly near the coffee machine, while a fewhurried past with phones pressed to their ears. Everything felt real and alive, and for the first time, I didn’t feel like an outsider in this world. I was no longer a hesitant guest.

I was part of the process.

I paused near a large window overlooking the street. Cars Looked small from this height, moving in orderly lines, as if they knew exactly where they were going. I wished I could feel that simple moving forward without so much doubt. But perhaps life was never as simple as traffic seen through glass.

My hand reflexively reached for my phone. There was one message from Liam, sent a few minutes ago.

[How did the meeting go?]

typed my reply slowly, choosing my words with care.

[Good. I finally had the courage to be firm about my choice.]

Not long after, a reply came.

I finally turned and looked at her directly. There was no excessive anger in my chest only a strange calm. Calm because I knew who I was and what I was protecting.”I never admitted defeat,” I replied evenly. “I was just honest with my work. And honest with myself.”

Emily scoffed. “A cliché excuse.”

I shrugged lightly. “You’re free to call it whatever you want. But the fact is simple you’re not a match for my main character.”

Emily’s eyebrows shot up. “Not a match?” her voice rose half an octave. “Do you know how many major brands want me as their face?”

“I know,” I answered calmly. “And that’s exactly why.”

She fell silent for a moment, clearly not expecting that answer. I continued, this time no longer filtering my words too gently.

“The character I wrote isn’t a woman who’s always on stage, Emily. She’s not someone who dominates a room just by existing. She’s a woman who’s been hurt, fallen, underestimated but rises in her own way. Quiet, but strong.”