Forgotten Wife My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left (Clara and Liam) novel Chapter 273

Sienna’s POV

“People who know me say that’s a compliment.”

I shook my head, then looked at him again. “I don’t have all the answers yet, Liam. About this book, about my career, about us.”

“I’m not asking for answers today,” he said quickly. “I just want you to know you’re not alone in looking for them.”

There was a brief silence. The clatter of plates from the kitchen reached us faintly. I could feel my own heartbeat, clearer than before.

“And Noah?” I asked softly, almost in a whisper. “Are you really ready for all of this?”

Liam’s gaze grew deeper. “Noah is part of my life. Of us.

He’s not a burden, Sienna. He’s a compass.”

That word compass made my eyes sting slightly.

I nodded slowly. “I just don’t want him to see us hesitating.”

“That’s exactly why I’m here,” he replied. “So if we take a step forward, we do it consciously. Not out of fear, but out of certainty.”

I let out a long breath, feeling something in my chest finally settle. This conversation didn’t promise a perfectfuture. But for the first time, the future didn’t feel frightening.

Our drinks arrived shortly after. We took a few sips before the conversation eased into something lighter. I told him about the book ideas I was building, about a main character inspired by fragments of my own life. Liam listened in a way not everyone could calm, focused, never interrupting.

“I’m glad you’re finally brave enough to do this,” he said after I finished.

I smiled softly. “I’m glad you’re here.”

The food arrived a few minutes later, and the smell of the pasta was even more tempting than I’d imagined. When the first bite hit my tongue, I sighed in satisfaction.

“This is so good,” 1 murmured, closing my eyes for a moment.

Liam just smiled, then looked at me and said, “See? You need real food, not just coffee.”

His comment made me point my fork at him while laughing. “Okay, okay you’re right.”

We ate while chatting lightly about Noah’s school, about Bam who seemed to be calming down a little, about weekend plans, even about small, unimportant things that somehow felt pleasant.

Every now and then my eyes wandered around the room.People laughing, couples hotding hands, big families sharing plates of pizza. It felt warm. Somehow, I felt like I was in the right place, at the right time, with the right person.

When we were almost done eating, I looked at Liam for a moment without saying anything. He was wiping the corner of his mouth with a napkin, then met my gaze.

“What is it?” he asked.

Comfortable. Easy.

All four of us.

imagined Noah running along the beach, or maybe getting ready to board a train to another city. I imagined Liliana laughing, teasing Liam the way she always did. I imagined myself not thinking about book projects, not thinking about deadlines, or all the things that constantly crowded my head.

And for a moment, that image felt like something I desperately wanted to hold on to.

“That actually sounds nice,” I said with a small laugh. “I can’t even remember the last time I took a real vacation.”

Liam looked at me with eyes that were warm but full of meaning. “That’s exactly the problem,” he said softly. “You need time to breathe too, Sienna.”

I lowered my gaze for a moment, looking at my own hands. Sometimes I forget that I’m human. I’m too focused on taking care of the house, Noah, Liam, the book, and the future until I forget that I also need space.

“Alright,” I said at last, my tone steadier. “We’ll take a vacation at the end of this year. All four of us.”

When I lifted my face, Liam was smiling. A smile so genuine it made my chest tighten slightly.

Somehow, suddenly, everything felt more possible.

Lighter. More alive.