Forgotten Wife My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left (Clara and Liam) novel Chapter 282

Sienna’s POV

I shifted slightly so I was facing him. “I told you before, didn’t I? I don’t want to keep living as if Emily can destroy everything we’ve worked to fix. If I’m always afraid, always angry, then she wins.”

Liam fell silent, as if my words were sinking straight into him.

“I trust you,” I continued softly. “That’s the point.”

I could see his shoulders slowly relax, like someone who had been holding his breath for too long and could finally exhale.

“Sienna,” his voice was hoarse. “I promise I won’t let her or anyone disturb you again.”

I looked at him steadily. “We face this together, Liam. Not just you. Not just me.”

Liam lifted my hand and held it tightly. “Thank you for not being angry. For choosing to trust me.”

I smiled gently. “I’m still learning too. But I want to try.”

He leaned in, bringing his face closer, and pressed a slow, warm kiss to my forehead, calm, full of gratitude.

That night, as we lay in bed, I felt something new growing between us.Suddenly, Liam reached for his wallet. His movements were slow, deliberate, as if choosing something important. I watched him, absentmindedly smoothing the blanket, my heart tightening for no clear reason.

“You asked earlier about the illustrator for that book cover, didn’t you?” he said at last.

I nodded slightly. “Yeah I was curious. The illustrations feel so alive.”

Liam took out a slim, matte-textured business card and handed it to me.

“This is it. His name’s Rudolf. He did all the covers for that series. He’s pretty private, doesn’t like being in the spotlight. But if you want, I can arrange a meeting.”

I stared at the small card for a long moment. Just a name, an email address, and a very distinctive little logo. No photo. No long description. Simple yet strangely mysterious.

“Liam, how did you even find this?” I asked with a smile, half amused, half impressed.

“The publisher’s team has a freelancer database,” he replied casually. “I asked someone internally. You seemed to really like his work, so I looked into it.”

Something warm spread from my chest to my throat. Not because of the card but because he remembered such a small detail. Because he cared.Still, I didn’t want to seem too dependent over a single business card.

” I can contact him myself,” I said finally, setting the card on my lap. “Thank you for going through the trouble.”

Liam looked at me for a moment, as if deciding whether my choice was firm or just an act of strength. Then he smiled softly, sincerely. “Okay. But if you need hetp, just tell me.”

I nodded, running my thumb lightly over the card. It felt like opening a small door toward something new, maybe just a brief meeting, or maybe an inspiration that had been waiting, held back for far too long.

I slipped the business card into the small drawer beside the bed, right beneath my notebook. Not because I wanted to put it out of reach, but because I wanted to keep it safe like an idea that wasn’t ready to be opened tonight.

Liam was already lying down, one arm propped under his head, his eyes watching me without a word. His gaze wasn’t demanding just present.

“You look like you’re thinking,” he said at last.

“Mind?” he repeated, then shook his head. “I’d be more afraid if you stopped again.”

I swallowed. “Afraid of what?”

“Because every time you walk away from what you love, you grow quieter,” he said. “And I don’t want to see you shrink just to make other people comfortable.”

His words were simple, but they hit the place I’d been hiding for a long time. I closed my eyes for a moment, letting them sink in.

“What if I fall again?” I whispered.

“Falling is normal,” he replied. “What matters is that you don’t fall alone.”

I opened my eyes and looked at him. There was a calm certainty there, not a grand promise, not a dramatic vow.

Just consistent presence.

“Liam, I whispered.

“Mm?”

“Thank you for choosing to believe in me too.”He leaned closer, his forehead resting against mine.”

Always.”