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?

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

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

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

was watching someone else's life unfold. But as

was waiting for me. A new city, a new life. Maybe this time, I could find my own happiness, one that

my eyes and let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I won't sulk over him

long blur, hours passing in a haze

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?" he asked, his eyes warm and

ask me how I could speak Spanish, I learned languages in school and

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

like stepping into a whole new world, one that didn't have the

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

a narrow, cobbled street. I set my suitcase down and walked

it the sounds of

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

to explore, to see what this new life could be.

out to passersby, the scent of fresh bread

a while, I found myself in a small, bustling market square. I wandered through

hand-painted tiles. Each tile was

one up. The design was simple but captivating, a swirl of blue and

hermoso, ¿verdad?"(It's beautiful, isn't it)a voice beside me said. I turned to see an elderly

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

away, I heard the sound of music in the distance. Drawn by the melody,