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.

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

explained my business idea, the plans I had for it, and the vision. He listened intently, nodding along, and asked thoughtful

talk about my goals with someone who seemed

I finished. "I like that. Madrid needs more people like you-people willing to take risks and bring something

while since someone looked at me like that, with admiration rather than

can be tough on newcomers. But it's

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

that out," I said, letting out a small laugh. "But I'm determined

and it was warm, almost comforting. "That's the spirit. If you ever need any guidance or just someone to 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

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

eyes glinting. "Perfect.

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

willing to help. I didn't know why, but for now, I was just grateful someone was willing to extend

in my apartment later that night, I couldn't help but feel hopeful. Things were moving, slowly but

I wasn't

my corner, someone who saw potential in me rather than just a woman picking up the pieces of her old

filled with more meetings, endless paperwork, and navigating the maze of

were moments of doubt, times when the language and cultural differences made everything feel like

driven by the belief that this new life I was building was worth

He called a few days after the networking event,

city center, a charming spot with

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

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

my pleasure. I'm curious to hear more about your

I was facing, and my vision for the future. Wesley listened attentively, occasionally nodding or offering a thoughtful comment. He didn't interrupt, which

with advice or their own stories,

thought into this," he said. "But I think I can help you with some of these obstacles." "Really?" I asked, trying to keep

I know a few people in

here in Madrid. I could introduce you to some contacts, people who could be