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?

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

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

finally boarded the plane and found my seat by the window. As the plane started to taxi

life unfold. But as the plane took off,

A new city, a new life. Maybe this time, I could find my own happiness, one that wasn't tied to someone else's

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

flight to Madrid felt like a long blur, hours passing in a haze of quiet thoughts and

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

I could speak Spanish, I learned languages in

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

whole new world, one that didn't have the shadows

with a small courtyard filled with plants

street. I set my suitcase down and walked over

the sounds of the city: chatter,

after a

life could

to passersby, the scent of fresh bread wafted from

bustling market square. I wandered through the stalls, admiring

filled with beautiful, hand-painted tiles. Each tile was a tiny masterpiece, with intricate

design was simple

it)a voice beside me said. I turned to see an elderly woman standing behind the

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

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