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

Chapter 10

SARAH'S POV.

The next few days in the hotel were a blur. I busied myself with plans for Madrid, checking listings online, arranging paperwork, anything to keep my mind occupied. But every time I closed my eyes, the image of Richard and Susan on that television screen flashed back at me.

I could still hear the reporter's voice announcing my failed marriage like it was the evening news.

I tried not to think about it. I had to move forward, right? Mom always said that life doesn't stop for anyone. But it felt like mine had hit a wall.

The morning I was set to leave for Madrid, I stood by the window, watching the city wake up. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a soft glow over the buildings. I took a deep breath and looked at my packed bags. This was it. A new start.

A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. My heart skipped a beat-who could it be this early? I walked over and opened it cautiously. It was the hotel manager. "Good morning, Miss Williams," he greeted with a polite smile. "Just here to remind you about your checkout time."

"Thank you," I replied, forcing a smile. "I'll be out in an hour."

As he walked away, I closed the door and leaned against it. My chest tightened. I should have known things would go sour when Grandpa Bryan died. Richard never looked at me twice, but u had always wished-if wishes were horses.

I took one last look around the room, grabbed my bags, and headed downstairs. The lobby was quiet, just a few people milling about.

I handed in my key and turned toward the exit. As I stepped out into the fresh air, I felt a rush of mixed emotions-fear, relief, uncertainty.

The taxi to the airport was waiting. I climbed in and gave the driver my destination. As we pulled away from the hotel, I glanced back one last time.

The drive to the airport was uneventful, giving me too much time to think. Madrid was supposed to be my new beginning, a place where I could carve out my happiness. But the fear was still there. What if it turned out just like this? What if I was never meant to be happy?

through the motions-checking in, going through security, and waiting

lives. For a moment, I felt invisible, just a face in the crowd. And maybe that was okay. Maybe being invisible was better than

started to taxi down the runway,

unfold. But as the plane took off, climbing

Maybe this time, I could find

let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I won't sulk over him anymore. I would build my

long blur, hours passing in

me with a bright, warm sun. It was almost like Madrid was offering me a fresh start right from the moment I stepped off the plane. After grabbing my luggage, I made my way to the taxi stand. The driver was a middle-aged man with a friendly smile. "¿A dónde vas?"

could speak Spanish, I learned languages in school

window, taking in the sights. Everything was

world, one that didn't have the shadows

was charming, with a small courtyard filled with plants and flowers. After checking in,

street. I set my suitcase down and walked over to the window, pushing it

breeze drifted in, carrying with it the sounds of the city: chatter, laughter, the

hide in the room. I had to start living. So, after a quick shower, I changed into

what this new life could be. I wandered through the streets, letting my feet guide

color and energy. Street vendors called out to passersby, the scent of fresh bread wafted

in a small, bustling market square. I wandered through the stalls, admiring the fresh

hand-painted tiles. Each tile was a tiny

design was simple but captivating,

me said. I turned to see an elderly woman standing behind the stall, her eyes crinkling with a

hermoso," (Yes, it is very beautiful) I replied, smiling back at

the sound of music in the distance. Drawn by the melody, I followed it until I came to