Forgotten Wife My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left (Clara and Liam) novel Chapter 274

Liam’s POV

We stepped out of the restaurant, and the warm midday breeze greeted us as the glass door closed behind us.

Sienna stood beside me, holding the bag and the books she had just bought. She looked calm, a little tired, but her eyes carried something different, a certainty I hadn’t seen in months.

We stopped on the sidewalk in front of the restaurant, where several taxis were lined up. The city was busy, yet for us, everything seemed to slow down.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to take you home?” I asked again. Honestly, I didn’t like letting her go back alone. I knew she could handle it, but something in me always felt the need to make sure she was safe.

Sienna gave a small smile gentle but firm. “It’s okay, Liam.

I can take a taxi. You still have to go back to the office, right?”

I nodded, even though part of me wanted to find an excuse to stay with her a little longer. But I knew that if I pushed too hard, she would feel uncomfortable. Sienna was trying to stand on her own again. I had to respect that.

“Alright,” I murmured, slipping my hands into my pockets.

“But I’ll come home earlier today.”

She looked at me, slightly surprised. “Seriously? Don’t youstill have a lot of work?”

I shrugged. “I can finish most of it at the office. The rest I’ll take care of tonight at home. Besides,” I looked at her a little longer. “I want to be home earlier. With you and Noah.”

Something shifted in her eyes’ warmth, as if she was holding back a sense of relief she didn’t say out toud.

She nodded softly. “Okay. We’ll wait for you at home.”

A taxi stopped right in front of us, the driver looking out the window, waiting. Sienna opened the door, then before getting in, she turned back to me.

“Be careful on the way, Liam,” she said gently.

My small family.

The words echoed again in my head, softer this time, but deeper. There was a time when I was afraid to call it that, afraid of hoping too much, afraid of breaking something that hadn’t fully healed yet.

Sienna had been hurt too often by broken promises, by people who left when she needed them most. I didn’t want to be one of them.

I exhaled slowly, lifting my face and letting the midday sun touch my skin. Warm. Real. Just as real as the way Sienna had looked at me moments ago without hesitation, without the walls she used to keep so high.

My hand slipped into my pocket, brushing against my phone. I felt the urge to send her a message, just to make sure she was really okay in the taxi. But I held back. Not because I didn’t care precisely because I did.She needed space to prove to herself that she could stand on her own, and my role wasn’t to restrain her, but to be there when she turned back.

I walked away from the row of taxis, moving slowly along the sidewalk. My leather shoes tapped against the pavement, their rhythm steady, calming.

In my mind, fragments of today replayed themselves, Sienna’s small smile at the library, the way her eyes lit up when she talked about books, the way she laughed when I teased her about her food choice. Simple things. But those were exactly what made my chest feel full.