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

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Richard's

POV.

I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the collar of my shirt. The room felt different these days. It was colder.

Susan had changed everything, from the curtains to the furniture. Even the staff moved differently around the house.

They used to smile more, chat a bit while they worked. Now, they were quieter, always with their eyes down, moving quickly and carefully.

Susan was stricter, and honestly, I didn't mind. I liked the order. I liked the discipline.

We had an event tonight-another one of those high-profile gatherings. Susan was going all out as usual.

She was already dressed, standing in front of the mirror in her silver gown, checking her reflection every few minutes.

"How do I look?" she asked again, turning slightly to see the back of her dress.

"You look stunning," I said, barely glancing at her. My focus was on finding my tie. It should've been right here in the closet, on the top shelf where it always was.

But it was gone. I frowned, digging through the shelves, and pushing aside shirts and scarves.

"Are you going to stand there all night?" Susan's voice cut through the room. "We need to leave in ten minutes."

"I can't find my tie," I muttered, digging through the drawer. I could feel my patience wearing thin.

She sighed loudly and sat back down in front of the vanity, adjusting her hair. "Well, if you didn't keep things so haphazardly..."

Haphazardly? I stared at the neatly organized shelves. Susan had reorganized everything when she moved in.

She said it was for the best, that everything needed to be in its proper place. I didn't argue at the time.

She liked things a certain way, and I was fine with that. But now, here I was, standing in front of a wardrobe full of clothes and no tie.

I yanked open another drawer. Nothing. I glanced at the top shelf, then hesitated.

The ties used to be up there, in a small compartment, before Susan had moved things around.

automatically, only

said, not even bothering to look up. "Just

different one, but it felt off. They used to be

tie without turning the whole

Once, I was in the same situation, searching frantically for a

my mess, calm as ever. She had pointed

it, this would be the compartment for your ties." Sarah had set it up so I wouldn't have to scramble like this. She used to do things like that all the time. But back then, I never really noticed or cared.

one last look in the mirror.

tie knot, which felt too

followed Susan out of the room, I glanced back at the wardrobe, the

a tie. Why was this

clicking on the floor. She was

No room for stuff like organizing ties or making sure things were where they needed to

just a tie, I kept telling myself. Just a small

I

we'd see, and what we should

the feeling that something wasn't quite right, even though I couldn't put my finger on

***

through

filled with the usual chatter, laughter, and the clinking of glasses. Susan clung to my

walked back into the main hall, and the noise hit us again-laughter, clinking glasses, conversations

The way

an old colleague, walking toward us with a grin on his face. "It's been a while. How's life treating you?" "It's been good, Ben," I

too casually, added, "I heard about the divorce, that must be hard on

She forced a smile, but I could tell

glancing at Susan. "Well,

around before whispering, "You really moved on fast, huh? There's been

eyes widened. "What do you

know how rumors start." Susan's face flushed red, and I could see she was on

said with a tight smile. "We don't pay attention to rumors," I

his hands.

Susan said, her

on, weaving through the crowd. I could feel Susan's anger simmering

reached a quieter corner, an older man approached us. It was Mr. Johnson, one of the senior partners at

shaking my hand. "It's been too

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