Forgotten Wife My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left (Clara and Liam) novel Chapter 269

Sienna’s POV

Our steps slowed on their own, as if the library had an unspoken rule that forced everyone to lower the volume of the world. Sunlight streamed through tall windows, slanting across the marble floor and the towering old wooden shelves. I had always loved this place calm without feeling lonely, full without feeling suffocating.

“This smell,” I murmured softly. “It always makes me feel like I’m home.”

Liạm turned his head, his eyes sweeping the room. “Did you come here a lot before?”

“Often,” I replied with a small smile. “When I didn’t know what to write. Or when my work was rejected. Or when I just needed a place to sit and think without being judged.”

He nodded, understanding without asking more. We stopped near a large floor map. I pointed to the right. “The literature section is over there. But I also want to see the art collection. Maybe for visual ideas.”

“Lead the way,” he said lightly.

We walked side by side, not touching, yet the space between us felt just right. At the literature shelves, pulled out a book, then put it back. My hands moved hesitantly, as if searching for something I couldn’t yet name.”You look restless,” Liam said softly.

“I’m afraid of choosing the wrong thing,” I admitted honestly. “Not just about the cover. But about direction. I want to be honest with my story but also want my story to reach people.”

“I think,” he said after a brief pause, “honesty always finds its way. Sometimes not quickly. But always correctly.”

I looked at him. “You always have the right words.”

“Experience,” he smiled faintly. “A lot of wrong decisions.”

I laughed softly, then walked toward the art section.

There, large hardcover books were neatly arranged. I pulled out a photography book black-and-white portraits with powerful expressions. My heart thumped quietly.

“This ” I whispered. “This is the feeling I’ve been looking for.”

Liam stepped closer, looking at the page I had opened.” Strong. But calm.”

“Yes,” I said. “Not shouting, but heard.”

I flipped through the pages, absorbing every detail. Then I stopped and closed the book carefully. “I want a cover like this. Not a famous face. But honest emotion.”

“Then,” he said, “you’ve already found your direction.”

All of it helped me imagine my main character more clearly, not just the story itself, but the outward image I wanted readers to see at first glance.On one shelf, I found a book with a cover of a woman leaning against a window, soft light touching her face, forming a silhouette that was wistful yet strong. I held the book for a long moment before looking at Liam.

“Like this ” I whispered. “Someone who looks fragile, but is actually strong.”

Liam studied the cover for a few seconds, then nodded slowly. “I get what you mean.”

My smile widened. “Finally, you agree with one.” Liam laughed softly. “I agree with you.”

And his words, for some reason, sounded more meaningful than anything written on any page in that room.

We continued searching, this time with hearts much lighter and, perhaps, closer.

Time passed quickly. I had no idea how long we’d been in the library. Fatigue came briefly, but I didn’t want to give up and kept wandering. I saw that Liam was still moving around too, occasionally coming over to ask about a book cover he’d found.

Then my eyes landed on a book hidden among many others on the shelf. The moment my fingers touched its cover, it felt like discovering a treasure that had been concealed for a long time.

The colors were soft yet firm, the background images seemed to embrace my eyes and greet my heart. The cover felt perfect. Exactly what I had imagined for months.