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.

a business in a new country is no small feat," Wesley said, his tone turning

business idea, the plans I had for it, and the vision. He listened intently,

to talk about my goals

needs more people like you-people willing to

a while since someone looked at me

be tough on newcomers. But it's full of opportunities if you know

in his voice that made me feel at ease, like

letting out a small laugh.

business scene here,

need to thank me. I like helping driven people. Let's grab coffee sometime, 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, genuinely grateful. "I could use all the

smiled, his eyes glinting. "Perfect.

feeling a

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

night, I couldn't help but feel

good ally to have. I wasn't naive; I knew

someone in my corner, someone who saw potential in me rather than just a woman picking up

meetings, endless paperwork, and navigating the maze of setting

cultural differences made everything

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

stayed true to his word. He called a few days after the

a charming spot with

I arrived, sitting outside with a cup of coffee and

as I approached. "I took the liberty of ordering us some coffee. I hope you don't mind." "Not at all," I replied, taking the seat across from him. "Thanks for meeting

it off. "It's my pleasure. I'm curious to

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

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

put a lot of thought into this," he said. "But I think I can help you with some of these

people in the city administration who could help

I could introduce you to some contacts, people who could be crucial in