Forgotten Wife My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left (Clara and Liam) novel Chapter 270

Sienna’s POV

I stared at the small name in the bottom right corner, the cover artist’s name and my brow immediately furrowed.

“Who is this?” I murmured. The name sounded unfamiliar, and there was no otherinformation on the cover. No address, no phone number, not even a small website.

I opened the front pages, hoping to find a clue. But nothing. Just page after page of book information that mentioned nothing about the illustrator. I felt slightly frustrated and deeply curious.

“What is it? Find something interesting?” Liam’s voice came from behind me.

I lifted the book slowly and showed it to him. “This is the cover l’ve been looking for all this time but I don’t know how to contact the person who made it.”

Liam leaned against the bookshelf, arms crossed. “I’ll find them,” he said casually. “Don’t worry.”

I turned quickly, looking at him with hope. “You’ll really look for them?”

He nodded lightly, as if it were the easiest thing in the world. “Yeah. You’ll need this for your book anyway, right?”

My breath caught between relief and emotion. “Thank you.

Liam smiled faintly, then looked at the book in my hands.” Let’s get lunch now.”

I blinked quickly and checked the watch on my wrist. My eyes widened. “Oh my God it’s almost one.”

I couldn’t believe how fast time had passed. It felt like I’d only entered the library ten minutes ago. Liam stepped closer, gathered the few books he was holding, and walked toward the counter. I followed behind him, carrying the beautiful-covered book, afraid that if I let go, it might disappear.

We stood in line, and the library felt busier than it had that morning. The sound of footsteps, hushed voices, and the scent of old paper warmed my heart.

“Buying that book?” Liam asked, looking at the cover.

I nodded. “I’m afraid I’ll forget the details of the image or suddenly lose inspiration. So it’s better to take it home.”

Liam hummed softly, the tone of his agreement clear.

When it was finally our turn, I handed the book to the clerk. She scanned it efficiently and smiled politely.

Liam stopped beside me. “Because you finally chose.

Sometimes the most exhausting part isn’t the work itself, but the hesitation.”I nodded. “I’m still scared,” T admitted honestly. “But not the kind of fear that paralyzes me. More like the kind that makes me careful.”

“That’s a healthy kind of fear,” he said.

We walked toward the exit. As the glass doors opened, the midday air greeted us warm, bright, and alive. I breathed it in deeply, as if I’d just surfaced after a long dive.

On the front steps, I paused for a moment. “Thank you for coming with me,” I said. “I didn’t realize how much l needed company until you were really there.”

Liam looked at me, then nodded slowly. “I’ll be there, as long as you’re willing to walk.”

When everything was done, we left the library with the book bag in hand. As the glass doors opened, the afternoon breeze brushed against my face, fresh and warm. In the parking lot, sunlight reflected off Liam’s car, making it gleam.

I walked slowly toward the passenger door, lowering my gaze to the book and smiling to myself. I didn’t know what would happen next.

I didn’t know how the process of writing this book would unfold, or whether I would ever be able to contact the person who created that cover.