Forgotten Wife: My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left

For five years, Sienna played the perfect role: a silent wife in a marriage built on nothing but a contract. She cooked, cleaned, and raised a son who now clings to another woman and calls her “Mommy.” In the mansion she once called home, Sienna is nothing but a ghost—unseen, unheard, unloved.

When her husband’s ex returns and effortlessly takes everything—his attention, his affection, and even Sienna’s place in their son’s heart—Sienna remains quiet. Until a cruel accident leaves her lying on the pavement... alone and forgotten.

That’s when she realizes: no one is coming to save her. Not her husband. Not even her child.

Will Sienna choose to forgive... or will she finally walk away for good?

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Sienna's POV

“I want to end the contract,” I said softly but firmly. I looked into my mother-in-law’s eyes—Mrs. Wilson—who sat across from me. Her gaze was sharp, but not angry. Just contemplative, like she was weighing something important.

“You once said that if Liam didn’t fall in love with me within five years, the contract would be void, right?” I asked to confirm.

She didn’t deny it. “I did say that, Sienna,” she replied calmly. “But now you and Liam have Noah. You love that boy deeply. Are you really willing to let him grow up and see someone else as his mother?”

I inhaled deeply, my chest tightening—but my answer was firm. “Yes. I am.”

Because the truth is, this marriage was always just a contract. Even Noah—my beloved little boy—was part of that agreement. And now, with Emily back, Liam no longer needs me. Noah doesn’t seem to either.

Five years I’ve lived this life. From the outside, it looked beautiful—perfect even. As if I was the luckiest woman to marry the heir of the Sinclair family. But on the inside? Cold. Empty. Loveless. I used to believe that my sincerity could warm Liam’s frozen heart. I was wrong.

Mrs. Wilson stood up and went to her drawer. She pulled out a brown folder and handed it to me. “There’s one week left in your contract. Here are the papers. Sign it now. Next week, you’ll be free from this family.”

Without hesitation, I took the pen and signed the last page. No trembling hand. No tears. Just exhaustion and a long-overdue resolve.

I left the Sinclair mansion—a grand place that had felt more like a prison. The autumn wind hit my face as I opened my car door. A notification popped up. A photo from Noah’s school.

My hand trembled as I opened it. Liam was smiling, his laughter radiant—something I hadn’t seen in five years. Standing beside him was Emily, holding Noah’s hand tightly like she belonged there. They were all wearing matching family sportswear. Outfits I had prepared for Noah’s school event. But I wasn’t there. I hadn’t been invited. I hadn’t even been considered.

I bit my lip to keep the tears in. Emily hadn’t just returned. She was replacing me.

Liam and Emily