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.

his tone turning serious. "But it's also an exciting opportunity. What kind

the plans I had for it, and the vision. He

felt good to talk about my goals

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

while since someone looked at me like that, with

nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. "Madrid can be tough on newcomers. But it's full of opportunities if you know where to

voice that made me feel at ease,

letting out a small laugh.

"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

introduce you to some folks who can

eyes glinting.

his business card, and I took it, feeling

knowledgeable, and willing to help. I didn't know why, but for now, I

night, I couldn't help but feel hopeful. Things were moving, slowly

ally to have. I wasn't

it was nice to have someone in my corner, someone who saw potential in me rather than

that followed were filled with more meetings, endless paperwork,

of doubt, times when the language and cultural

driven by the belief that this new life I was building

word. He called a few days after the

arranged to meet at a cafe in the city center, a charming spot with small round tables

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

of ordering us some coffee. I hope you don't mind." "Not at

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

hour, we talked. I explained the details of my company, the hurdles I was facing, and my vision for the future. Wesley listened attentively, occasionally nodding or offering a thoughtful comment. He

tended to cut me off with advice or their own stories,

this," he said. "But I think I can help you with some of these obstacles." "Really?" I asked, trying to keep the hope out of my

people in the city administration who could help speed up some of the permit

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