Winning Back His Ex's Wife's Broken Heart by Hayley

Chapter 03

Sarah's

POV

I walked into the kitchen the next morning and did a takeback when I saw Richard rummaging in the freezer for something. "What are you doing?"

He jumped which caused him to hit his head on the freezer top and then glared at me while rubbing his head. "What are you doing?" he threw my question back at me and it was my time to glare at him.

"Where were you last night?" I asked, shocked at how strong my voice came out when I was a bundle of nerves on the inside. I had never said more than two words at a time to Richard before and now I didn't even know if he'd hit me for being so gutsy. "You didn't come home last night."

He eyed me for a while and then hissed, turning his attention back to the freezer which seemed more attractive than me at that moment. The nerve of this man. Had it been any other day, I would have let it slide and walked away to go and cry in my room or the bathroom but not today. After last night, I was tired of being so silent and not speaking up for myself. Maybe if I had done this sooner, things would have changed.

retorted and I blanched. I hadn't prepared myself for his

night. I wasn't sure stood up was the right word for what happened since he didn't even know I had been waiting for him but what gives? A husband was supposed to come home to his wife at least on some nights. I could count on one finger the number of times he had made it back home in time for dinner. And even then, the times he had eaten dinner out of those times were barely equaled five. Eyeing him, I wondered if there was another way to get through to him without being fussy. Taking two steps in

hear what I had to say. "I know this marriage didn't start as well that, a real marriage but perhaps we can make things work?" I took a deep breath as I

with a dangerous look in his eyes, I gulped and took a few steps back. I had put my foot in my mouth and now he was going

close before. His touch sent electric shocks

I don't know why his words had the opposite effect on me. I felt myself inching closer to him, wanting to feel some more of his body heat close to me. I was so entranced by his words I didn't realize when he took a step back or when he pulled his hand away from my face until

he said those last words like they tasted bitter on

then closed

smile at the corner of his lips wicked and menacing. "Some minutes ago

to speak but footsteps from

Mrs. Williams," Desmond greeted as he walked into the kitchen and I remained where I was, unable.