Forgotten Wife My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left (Clara and Liam) novel Chapter 263

Sienna’s POV

At the table in the living room, Noah sat intently with scissors and tape beside him. Light blue wrapping paper was spread out, and one by one the items we had bought earlier were neatly grouped together: pencil case, notebooks, colored pencils, uniform, bag, new shoes, and a few other small things.

He wrote Bam’s name on each little card he tucked in. His face was serious, as if he were carrying out an important mission.

1 glanced at him while stirring a pot of creamy chicken soup in the kitchen. The warm aroma slowly filled the air, making the house feel cozier and more alive. It was comforting after a long day outside to know there was no need to see anyone else, no challenging stares, no sharp comments.

Every so often, Noah adjusted the ribbon on one of the gifts, then called out to me.

“Mommy, does this look good?” he asked, pointing at a slightly crooked bow.

I chuckled softly. “It looks great. Bam will definitely be happy.”

Noah smiled proudly and went back to his work.I poured the soup from the large pot into a serving bowl, then warmed the bread. Nights like this felt like something I had long missed, simple routines without heavy conversations, without painful questions, without bad news. Just home. Just us.

I wiped my hands on a kitchen towel and leaned for a moment against the doorway, watching Noah from a distance. The way his tongue stuck out slightly when he concentrated, the way his brows furrowed every time the tape didn’t stick the way he wanted everything about it felt familiar and calming.

A strange sense of peace settled in my chest, as if the world outside this house could wait one more night.

“Noah,” I called gently, not wanting to startle him. “Be careful with your fingers.”

“Yes, Mommy,” he replied without looking up, his focus unbroken. He pressed the ribbon down with his small palm, then nodded in satisfaction at his work. “This one’s for the drawing book. So it looks special.” I smiled. A special word adults often reserved for big things, yet Noah used it for paper and ribbon. Maybe that was how it was meant to be: big meaning born from small attention.

I returned to the kitchen, turned off the heat under the soup, and covered it with a glass lid. A soft click sounded, like a sign that one task was complete. I felt today’s exhaustion finally finding a place to rest. My mind,crowded since noon with meetings, decisions, and faces k had to read, softened. Here, I didn’t have to be anything other than a mother.

From the living room, I heard Noah humming quietly a random tune with no clear lyrics. I took out two bowls, prepared spoons, then paused for a moment. There was a small urge to record this moment, to preserve it carefully.

But I knew some memories were better left to live on their-own, without a screen between us.

“Noah, the soup is almost ready,” I said.

“Gkaaaay!” he answered cheerfully. He tidied up the leftover wrapping paper, gathering the small scraps carefully. “Mommy, can we put these gifts in Bam’s bag later?”

“Of course,” I replied. “You’ve really thought this through.”

He turned to me with a small smile. “So we don’t forget tomorrow.”

I laughed softly. This child taught me about consistency without lectures about seeing good intentions through to the end.

My thoughts drifted briefly to Liam. Today must have been exhausting for him too, especially with the incident involving Emily that morning. I let out a quiet breath, pushing the thought away before it could disturb the calm of the evening.The front door opened. Heavy footsteps entered the house.

“Daddy’s home!” Noah jumped up, leaving the unfinished gifts behind, and ran toward the door.

I peeked from the kitchen and saw Liam crouching down, hugging Noah with one arm while the other held a large brown paper bag. He looked tired, but bright.

Liam stood closer to me, his voice low. “Tired?”

I nodded with a smile. “Very. But today feels meaningful.”

Liam touched my arm briefly, as if wanting to say

– something more, but he only nodded. “T’ll take a quick shower, then I’ll help set the table.”

I was almost moved to tears. Liam was starting to feel like his old self again attentively without being asked.

As he walked toward the bathroom, I picked up the paper bag he had brought. Inside were two tempting boxes of donuts. I chuckled, carrying them to the dining table, trying not to sneak one for myself.

“Mom, Daddy bought chocolate ones!” Noah shouted from the living room. “They’re all for meeee!”

“Absolutely not!” I called back, laughing. “Mommy wants some too!”

The house filled with Noah’s small voice, singing as hetaped ribbons. I returned to the kitchen, checking the soup and bread. Every now and then, I listened to the soft drizzle outside the window even though the rain felt soothing tonight.

arranged the donuts on a serving plate, lining them up neatly as if the presentation could somehow resist Noah’s temptation though we both knew it was futile. The sweet scent of chocolate mixed with the warm aroma of creamy chicken soup. Simple, but it felt like the perfect way to end the day.

I took a long breath, savoring this small moment, letting my shoulders finally release the tension I hadn’t realized I’d been carrying since morning.