Forgotten Wife My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left (Clara and Liam) novel Chapter 257

Emily’s POV

I stood with my back to Willy, still watching the city’s reflection in the glass. Silence hung thick and suffocating.

Several seconds passed before I heard his hesitant footsteps approaching, as if afraid to disturb the storm that hadn’t fully passed.

“Miss,” he called carefully.

I didn’t answer.

“This apartment feels too quiet when you’re like this,” he continued, trying to start a conversation without touching the flame of my anger. “Maybe you’d like to sit down? I can make some tea.”

I chuckled softly, without humor. “Tea?” I turned halfway, Looking at him through the glass reflection. “You think tea can fix a reputation that’s already being forgotten?”

I swallowed. “‘m not saying that.”

“Then what?” I finally turned fully to face him. “Say it.

Don’t just stand there with that pitiful look on your face.”

He exhaled, then lifted his head. “I think Miss is being too hard on herself.”

Those words made me let out a short laugh sharp. “Too hard?” I repeated. “If I’m not hard on myself, I’d have been crushed a long time ago. This world doesn’t make roomfor women who doubt themselves, Willy.”

“But the world isn’t always fair,” he replied softly.”

Sometimes, it’s not about big names. Sometimes people just want something new.”

“New,” I echoed, mockingly. “You mean her?”

Willy didn’t answer. And again, his silence felt like an unspoken admission.

“Everyone is talking about her now,” | continued, my steps slowly closing the distance to him. “As if she’s some great discovery. As if I never existed.”

“Miss Emily”

“I’ve worked harder,” I cut in sharply. “I’ve fought longer. I know how this system works. But now ” My voice dropped, no longer shouting, “now they look at me like I’m the second choice.”

Willy clasped his hands tightly in front of him. “No one is saying you’re the second choice.”

“They don’t need to say it,” I shot back. “I can feel it.”

He was silent again, then spoke more honestly than before. “Maybe you need some time. Not to chase after them but to remember why you started all of this in the first place.”

I stopped walking. My chest rose and fell rapidly. “You think I’ve forgotten?”

“No,” he answered quickly. ” think you’re just tired.”

That hit the mark. Too precisely. I turned my face, holding back something threatening to rise in my throat.

“I can’t be tired,” I whispered. “If I’m tired, I lose.”

This apartment big, luxurious, silent. And I could feel that not a single person stood by my side not out of choice, not out of contract, not because of any great name.

I was alone.

That feeling was far more painful than any rejection I’d faced today.

I was still standing by the window, my back to the room, when the vibration of a phone broke the apartments silence. Not mine, but Willy’s. I could hear the short ringtone, then his hurried footsteps moving away from the door.

“Yes, good afternoon,” Willy said, his tone changing.

I didn’t turn, but every sense was drawn to the conversation. A pause, then a slight nod 1 could see in the reflection of the glass. “Of course. We’re interested. Thank you very much for the opportunity,” he continued. “Okay, – I’ll wait for your next update. Good afternoon.”

The call ended.I still didn’t move. There was a strange premonition pressing against my chest, like the wind before rain.

“Miss Emily,” Willy’s voice now sounded different brighter, almost excited. “There’s good news.

I turned slowly. “Good news?” Lrepeated flatly, half disbelieving.

Willy nodded. “A new offer just came in. From Life Techno Group. They re looking for a main model for their latest product advertisement.”

The world seemed to stop for a second.

“Life Techno Group?” I said slowly, making sure I hadn’t misheard.