Forgotten Wife My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left (Clara and Liam) novel Chapter 297

Sienna’s POV

I closed Noah’s bedroom door slowly, making sure there was no sound that might wake him. Then I walked into the living room, letting out a relieved breath when I saw that the house was finally quiet. The dim lights I had set up really helped create a cozy nighttime atmosphere.

Liam was standing near the window, his phone still pressed to his ear. His tone sounded formal, clearly a work call. I waited while sitting on the sofa, tidying up a few pillows that had been left messy from Noah jumping around earlier before dinner.

I leaned back against the sofa, feeling the cushion sink slightly under my weight. Liam’s low, controlled voice drifted from near the window, short, clear sentences filled with terms that, even without hearing them fully, I could already guess: deadlines, revisions, tomorrow morning.

The world that had felt distant earlier slowly slipped back in through the cadence of his voice.

I hugged a pillow to my chest. There was a time when that voice would have made me tense, as if every work call meant I had to prepare myself to lose his time. But tonight felt different. I didn’t feel pushed aside. There was no anxiety gnawing at my chest. Just an awareness that our lives had many layers, and not all of them had to cancel each other out.

My eyes drifted to the wall clock. It’s almost nine o’clock.Usually at this hour my mind would still be noisy thinking about what I hadn’t done yet, about decisions I should have made long ago. But tonight, my thoughts were calmer. Maybe because today I had dared to choose.

Maybe because I no tonger felt alone while doing so.

I stood up and walked quietly to the kitchen, taking a glass of water. I kept my steps light so as not to disturb him. From there, I could see Liam’s silhouette behind the thin curtain, his shoulders straight, one hand tucked into his pocket, his face serious.

He looked like a man who controlled many things, someone used to holding decisions in his hands. In the past, I often felt small beside him, as if my life merely followed lines he had already drawn.

That feeling isn’t completely gone now. But something had shifted.

I leaned against the kitchen counter and drank slowly. My thoughts drifted back to earlier that afternoon to the small courage I had when I said no, to the sense of relief that followed. I smiled faintly at my reflection in the cabinet glass. I looked more alive. More present.

Liam’s voice grew a little firmer, as if he were emphasizing something. I didn’t listen to the content of the conversation, only its rhythm. There were short pauses where he listened, then replied without excessive emotion. I realized I was no longer waiting anxiously. I was simply waiting.I went back to the living room and sat down again on the sofa, this time tucking my legs beneath me. My fingers traced the seams of the pillow, feeling its familiar texture.

This house once felt like a temporary stop, but now it was slowly beginning to feel like home. Not because of its size, not because of its furniture, but because of the calm that was growing between us.

Before long, Liam ended the call and let out a short breath. He turned and walked toward me, his gaze gentle but carrying something heavy within it.

“I’m done,” he said as he sat beside me. “Sorry I still had to make work calls this late.”

I gave a small smile. “It’s okay.”

But before I could ask anything else, Liam looked at me seriously. “I have to go out of town tomorrow morning.”

I blinked, surprised. “Tomorrow?”

He nodded slowly. “Yeah. I need to handle this in person. I might not be back until the day after tomorrow.”

I needed a few seconds to process it. Two days wasn’t a big deal, but after everything that had happened recently, I understood why he looked so careful saying it.

He watched me closely, as if trying to read my reaction. ” Are you okay with that? I mean, being alone with Noah?

I’m worried you’ll get exhausted.”

I held back a smile and shook my head. “I’m fine, Liam.Really.”

“But you worked so hard today.”

I placed my hand over his. “That’s exactly why I want you to go without worrying. I’m not alone, I have Noah. And we already have a pretty good routine. So don’t worry.”

He still looked hesitant, his eyes scanning me like someone making sure every corner of the house was safe before letting go.

“Liam,” I called softly. “I’m not fragile, you know. Two days won’t break me.”

He let out a small laugh, though concern still lingered. “I know. I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

I leaned closer and gently patted his shoulder. “If you don’t go, the problem at work will only get bigger. And you’ll be more stressed. So go. Do what you need to do.”

Liam was quiet for a moment, then finally sighed deeply.”

Alright, if you say so.”

I smiled. “Noah will be happy too if you come home without that burdened look on your face.”

He nodded, rubbing his face. “I’ll come back as soon as l can.”

I leaned back against the sofa, relieved that he had finally accepted it. But quietly, I also realized something. Over the past few months, our relationship has felt constantly tested.

With Emily suddenly reappearing, my own work making me anxious and insecure, and every small change in our family I could feel how Liam was trying to protect everything at once.

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