Forgotten Wife My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left (Clara and Liam) novel Chapter 275

Liam’s POV

I remembered this morning, before all of this. Sienna looked tense, her shoutders stiff, her thoughts clearly elsewhere. And now the change was real. Not because I had done anything grand. Just because I was there.

Accompanying her. Listening. Not leaving.

Maybe that was what she needed all along. And maybe that was what I needed too.

I stopped briefly in front of a shop window, catching my reflection in the glass. There were lines of fatigue on my face, the weight of responsibility not light at all. But there was also a steadiness I was only just recognizing. I was no longer simply reacting to circumstances.

I was choosing.

Choosing to go home earlier. Choosing to call them family. Choosing not to run when things started to feel serious.

My hand clenched slightly not from tension, but from certainty.

***

I had just set my work bag on the desk when Viola appeared from the doorway, her expression as calm and efficient as ever.”Mr. Liam, the meeting with the marketing team will start in five minutes.”

I nodded. “Alright. I’ll head there now.”

She stepped aside, and I walked toward the meeting room. The corridor felt a little busier than usual probably because year-end targets had everyone on edge. When I opened the meeting room door, the entire team was already seated, a mix of nervousness and enthusiasm on their faces. I took a seat at the end of the table and gave a short nod, signaling the meeting to begin.

One of the marketing managers, Daniel, stood up and handed out thick proposals. “This is the initial concept for the year-end campaign, sir. We’ve found a suitable model.

Her popularity is rising, her engagement is high. We believe she can have a significant impact on this ad.”

I opened the first page of the proposal, scanning the points quickly. Everything was still rough, but I could see the direction they were aiming for more modern, warmer, more emotionally engaging. A good choice to close out the year.

“Who’s the model?” I asked, still looking at the document.

Daniel smiled broadly, as if holding back a surprise. “She’ll be coming in shortly, sir. We asked her to attend the first meeting.”

Just as I was about to respond, there was a knock on the door.Knock. Knock.

This was work. Just like any other project. All I had to do was stay professional.Emily took a seat that, by coincidence, faced me directly Her manager sat to her right. The room came alive again as Daniel began explaining the advertising concept, marketing strategy, targets, shooting schedule, and several other variables.

Occasionally, I caught Emily looking at me, as if waiting for my reaction as if she wanted to know whether her presence surprised me. Or perhaps she had come in person deliberately, to make sure of something.

I wasn’t sure.

What was clear, though, was that I stayed focused on the meeting. I offered comments when needed, adjusted a few timelines that felt unrealistic.

When Daniel presented the section involving the intensity of the model’s expressions, Emily gave a small smile and said, “I can adapt to the tone the company wants. I’ve read through some of the concepts, and honestly, I like it.”

Her voice was calm, but there was something familiar about the way she spoke soft yet firm, and the slight tilt of her head when she explained something. Small details that I once knew too well.

I shifted in my seat, pushing the thought out of my mind.

The meeting lasted about thirty minutes, and during that time I almost forgot that we had ever shared a past more complicated than a purely professional relationship.

Numbers, schedules, and strategies became anchors that kept me grounded.