Forgotten Wife My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left (Clara and Liam) novel Chapter 255

Sienna’s POV

I looked straight at her. “You’re too strong for that. Too confident. Too accustomed to winning.”

Her manager shifted slightly, as if wanting to intervene, but Emily raised a hand to stop him.

“Are you insulting me?” she asked sharply.

I smiled faintly not a mocking smile, but the smile of someone who was no longer afraid. “No. I don’t feel like I’m insulting you at all.”

“Then what do you mean by saying I’m not suitable, manipulative, and…”

I cut her off, my voice still low but firm. “I never called you manipulative. I only said you might be better suited to working with a writer who creates characters like that.”

Emily froze, her eyes widening. “So you are insulting me.”

I shook my head slowly. “No, Emily. You’re the one putting that label on yourself.”

The air between us tightened. I could see anger swirling in her eyes, but I didn’t take a single step back.

“You know,” I continued, my voice now colder, “what really bothers me isn’t your attitude in the meeting earlier. It’s the way you keep inserting yourself into our lives as if youstill have a right to.”

Emily stiffened. “Whose lives?”

“Mine,” I answered firmly. “And Liam’s.”

I saw her jaw clench. “I never gave up on him.”

“I know,” I said honestly. “And that’s exactly the problem.”

I stepped closer, close enough that she had no choice but to listen. “Liam and | are back together. We’re rebuilding something that was once broken. And as a fellow woman, you should know when to stop.”

I raised my hand to signal a taxi passing in the nearest lane. The yellow car slowed and pulled over not far from me. I opened the door, slid into the back seat, and gave the address in a voice that tried to sound normal.

The car moved again. I leaned my head against the window, wathing the city slide backward. Tall buildings, large billboards, unfamiliar faces all passing by without pause. My head felt full: Emily’s words, the looks in the meeting room, and Liam’s expression from earlier that morning.

Today was far from over. I could feel it.

There was a kind of premonition pressing against my chest that after this, there would still be difficult conversations, heavy decisions, and emotions rising and falling all over again. But through all of it, there was onething that kept me steady: I didn’t retreat. I didn’t lie to myself. I chose consciously, even knowing the consequences would be long.

I let out a soft breath. My thoughts drifted to Noah to his Laughter that morning, to the small way he had held my hand before getting out of the car. He was the clearest reminder of why I couldn’t afford to waver. Whatever happened today, I had to come home as a whole version of-myself.

The taxi stopped at a red light. I looked at the reflection of my face in the window eyes slightly tired, but still holding a spark of determination. I was no longer a woman who merely reacted to circumstances. I was learning to be someone who chose, even when afraid, even when exhausted.

“It looks like it’s going to be a long day,” I murmured softly, almost like a confession to myself.

The traffic light turned green. The car moved forward again, carrying me into the next chapter of this day and perhaps of my life. I didn’t know what awaited me ahead, but for the first time in a long while, I was ready to face it.