All Chapters of Forgotten Wife: My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Liam’s POV The house was already dark when I turned off the car engine. The rain had just stopped, leaving behind the faint scent of damp earth that drifted in the moment I opened the door. Emily looked tired in the front seat, and Noah... was fast asleep in the back, his breathing soft and rhythmic. Slowly, I lifted Noah into my arms. His small body was limp, his head resting gently on my shoulder. My coat was still damp from the downpour, but I didn’t care. My steps were slow as I climbed the stairs. The house was silent—no voices, no sign of life in the living room or kitchen. I opened Noah’s bedroom door and laid him down carefully on his bed. His face was calm, lips slightly parted, his little hand wrapped around a small blue pillow. Instinctively, I adjusted his blanket. But then, my hand froze. My gaze was drawn to the small table beside his bed. There stood two Transformer X-10 robots. One was blue—the one I knew Emily had bought him—and the other was maroon, identical in

Liam’s POV “Daddy!” The sound of little feet pounding on the wooden floor echoed from the hallway. I had just turned on the light in the living room when Noah came running in with a scowl on his face, his eyes glassy like a child who had just lost his favorite toy. “Dad!” he shouted. “Mommy’s not in her room!” I blinked, trying to adjust my eyes to the brightness. I sat on the couch, looking at Noah as he stood in front of me, disappointed and confused. “Maybe Mommy had something to do,” I said, trying to sound casual. “She’ll come home later.” But even I could hear the emptiness in my voice. I didn’t believe it either. Sienna hadn’t shown up all day. There hadn’t been any trace of her this morning. Usually, even if we didn’t speak, I could feel her presence in this house. But now? It just felt empty. “I’m hungry,” Noah complained, rubbing his eyes. “I’m tired of that chocolate cake. It tastes like it’s going bad.” I paused. Only then did I really notice the dining table nea

Liam’s POV The sun hadn’t fully risen yet, but the doorbell rang loudly and repeatedly. I had just finished washing my face—hair still a mess, wearing a wrinkled shirt—when I dragged myself toward the door. Before I could open it, Noah’s excited voice rang out as he bolted from the living room. “Grandma!” That cheerful shout filled the house—a house that had felt lifeless for the past two days. I opened the door. There stood Mrs. Wilson, my mother, looking neat and composed, holding two large bags. The scent of freshly fried chicken drifted warmly into the air. Noah immediately threw his arms around her, then grabbed a piece of chicken from the bag before following his grandmother inside. I stepped aside, still trying to process her unexpected arrival. My mother didn’t look at me directly. She walked in with firm steps, her head slightly raised, as if concealing her disapproval. “Morning, Ma,” I greeted carefully. “Morning,” she replied flatly. “Fried chicken! Grandma, it’s m

Liam’s POV I sat at the edge of the bed—cold now, unfamiliar. My breath was ragged. Something inside me was missing. Something more than just her physical presence. Something I couldn’t name… but it felt like a gaping hole torn wide open in my chest. It felt… suffocating. As if the world had shrunk, and time had come to a halt. As if all sound had vanished—even Noah’s footsteps in the living room no longer reached my ears. For the first time in my life, I truly felt alone. My hand gripped the corner of the wrinkled bedsheet, as if hoping some trace of Sienna’s scent might still linger. But there was nothing. Only silence and regret. This room, which once held the fragments of our shared lives, had now become a silent witness to all the unspoken words, to wounds left unhealed for too long. I turned toward the empty side of the bed. The side where she used to lie, sometimes with her back to me in anger, other times staring in silence when we didn’t know what to say. I tho

Sienna’s POV I woke up this morning with a wide smile on my face, whether from a good night’s sleep or the sound of the waves crashing gently in the distance, I didn’t know. Sunlight streamed through the thin white curtains that swayed softly in the sea breeze. Its warmth touched my skin, waking me from a long slumber free of tears or worries.This small apartment is still quiet. Still new. Still unfamiliar. But it is precisely that unfamiliarity that makes this place feel comforting. No yelling. No demands. No disappointment creeping in between forced affections.I lifted myself from the bed and sat at the edge, hugging my knees. Outside the window, the beach stretched wide, blue and peaceful. The salty wind slipped in, carrying the scent of the ocean—a scent that reminded me of both freedom and loneliness. But not the suffocating kind. More like... a silence I chose.I took a deep breath, letting the morning air fill my lungs. It felt clean. Not like the breaths I used to take each