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.

is no small feat," Wesley said, his tone

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

talk about my goals with someone who seemed

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

spread through me. It had been a 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

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

out a

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 would be

can introduce you to some folks

glinting. "Perfect.

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

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

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

to have. I wasn't naive; I knew

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

with more meetings, endless paperwork,

when the language and cultural differences made everything feel

I kept going, driven by the belief that this new

to his word. He called a few days after the networking event, suggesting we meet

center, a charming spot with small round tables

was already there when I arrived, sitting outside with a cup of

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

waved it off. "It's my pleasure. I'm curious to hear more about your

facing, and my

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

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

know a few people in the city administration

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