Forgotten Wife My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left (Clara and Liam) novel Chapter 309

Yet in the gaps where my focus began to settle, my thoughts still slipped back home. To Noah, who might now be drawing in class, or chattering nonstop to his seatmate. To Sienna, who might already be sitting in her workspace, sipping warm tea, trying to steady herself before immersing in her work.

There was a strange feeling in my chest, not the familiaranxiety I felt when facing business risks, but something far more personal. A concern that couldn’t be solved with contingency plans.

I closed my eyes for a moment, regulating my breathing.

Two days. I repeated it like a mantra. Two days to finish everything properly. Two days before I returned to a small rhythm that had recently begun to feel far more meaningful than skyscrapers and air-conditioned meeting rooms.

The plane cruised steadily, the seatbelt sign still on. The cabin was quiet. Some passengers had begun to sleep, others were absorbed in their reading. I looked out the window again. The sun sat at just the right angle, its light reflecting softly off the wing.

I thought about the word home. For years, it had mostly meant an address, a stopover between journeys. Now, it had a face. A voice. Warmth.

Liam’s POV

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