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?

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

felt invisible, just a face in the crowd. And maybe that was okay. Maybe being invisible was better

found my seat by the window. As the plane started to taxi down the runway, I looked out at the world I was

watching someone else's life unfold. But as the plane took off, climbing higher and

time, I could find

my eyes and let out a breath I didn't know

blur, hours passing in a haze of quiet thoughts and restless attempts

I made my way to the taxi stand. The driver was a middle-aged man with a friendly smile. "¿A dónde vas?" he asked, his eyes warm and welcoming. "Hotel Valencia, por favor," I replied, my

speak Spanish, I learned languages in school and I majored

window, taking in the sights. Everything was different-the language, the

new world, one that didn't have the shadows of Richard and my

plants and flowers. After checking in, I headed

a narrow, cobbled street. I set

with it the sounds of the city: chatter, laughter, the

I had to start living. So, after a quick shower,

what this new life could be. I wandered through the

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

while, I found myself in a small, bustling market

little stand filled with beautiful, hand-painted tiles. Each

up. The design was simple but captivating,

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

(Yes, it is very beautiful) I replied, smiling

in the distance. Drawn by the melody, I