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?

went through the motions-checking in, going through security,

face in the crowd. And maybe

the plane and found my seat by the window. As the plane started to taxi down the runway,

felt numb, like I was watching someone else's life unfold. But as the plane took off, climbing higher and higher, I felt something else.

time, I could

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

Madrid felt like a long blur, hours passing in a

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?" he asked, his eyes warm and welcoming. "Hotel Valencia, por favor," I replied, my voice shaky from exhaustion.

me how I could speak Spanish, I

the car navigated through the busy streets, I looked out the window, taking in the sights. Everything

into a whole new world, one that didn't have the shadows of Richard and my failed marriage hanging over

charming, with a small courtyard filled with plants and flowers.

that overlooked a narrow, cobbled street. I set my

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

to start living. So, after a quick shower, I changed into a

see what this new life could be. I

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

found myself in a small, bustling market square. I wandered through the stalls, admiring the fresh produce and handmade

with beautiful, hand-painted tiles. Each

up. The design was simple

it)a voice beside me said. I turned to see an

is very beautiful) I replied, smiling back at her. I decided

the distance. Drawn