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

Chapter 12

Sarah's POV

Madrid was a city full of life, color, and endless possibilities. Every morning, I woke up to the hum of the streets below, the sound of people bustling about, starting their day. I still couldn't believe a week had gone by since I arrived in Madrid.

It was different from what I was used to, but that was the point. I wanted something different. I needed it.

I spent the first week settling into my small apartment, a cozy place with warm terracotta tiles and a balcony overlooking a busy street.

It wasn't much, but it was mine. It was a fresh start. The next step was building my company from the ground up.

I had the experience and the know-how, but doing it in a new country came with its own set of challenges.

I poured over legal documents, translated permits, and attended endless meetings. Most days were filled with paperwork and calls, but I was determined.

My Spanish, thankfully, was strong enough to get me through these early hurdles. I could hold my own in conversations, and people seemed to respect that. They saw I was serious, not just some foreigner trying her luck.

One evening, I decided to attend a networking event downtown. It was held at a sleek, modern hotel, and the room buzzed with conversation.

I felt a little out of place at first, standing near the corner with a glass of wine, observing.

Everyone seemed to know each other, chatting in rapid Spanish that sometimes even I had to strain to follow.

"Hola," a voice said beside me. I turned to see a man with a warm smile and sharp eyes. "I'm Wesley Kent." "Sarah," I replied, shaking his hand. His grip was firm, confident.

"You're new here," he stated, more than asked, with a slight tilt of his head.

"Is it that obvious?" I said, laughing lightly.

"A little," he chuckled. "But that's not a bad thing. New faces bring fresh ideas. Are you here for business?"

I nodded. "Yes. I'm starting my own company here. It's... well, it's a lot," I admitted, feeling a bit exposed.

in a new country is no small feat," Wesley said, his tone turning serious. "But it's also an exciting opportunity. What kind of company are

had for it, and the vision.

to talk about my goals with someone who

ambitious," he said when I finished. "I like that. Madrid needs more people like you-people willing to take risks and bring something new to the

through me. It had been a while since someone looked at me like

leaving mine. "Madrid can be tough on newcomers. But it's full

his voice that made me feel at ease, like he understood exactly what I was going

out a small

talk to about the business scene here, feel free to reach out. I've been around for a while." "Really?" I asked, surprised by his offer. "That would

business. Maybe I can introduce you to some folks who can get things moving faster." "That would be great," I agreed,

smiled, his eyes glinting. "Perfect.

handed me his business card, and I took it, feeling a flicker of hope.

didn't know why, but for now, I was just grateful

in my apartment later that night, I couldn't help but

ally to have. I wasn't naive; I

someone who saw potential in me

days that followed were filled with more meetings, endless paperwork, and

and cultural differences made everything feel like a steep mountain

that this new life I was building was worth

He called a few days

at a cafe in the city center, a charming spot with small round

there when I arrived, sitting outside with a cup of coffee and a

approached. "I took the liberty of ordering us some coffee. I hope you don't mind." "Not at all," I replied, taking

my pleasure. I'm

facing, and my vision for the

advice or their own stories, but Wesley

back in his chair and took a sip of his coffee. "You've clearly put a lot of thought into this," he said. "But I think I can help you with some of

"First off, I know a few people in the city administration who could help speed up some of the permit

to some contacts, people who could be crucial in getting your business