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.

up automatically, only to find it

Susan said, not even bothering to

off. They used to be a system, a way of knowing exactly

simple tie without turning the

of memory hit me. Once, I was in the same situation, searching frantically for a tie before an important

in the middle of my mess, calm as ever. She had pointed out where they

this. She used to do things like that all the time.

standing up and giving herself one last look in the mirror. "Let's go. We're already

tie knot, which felt too tight

wardrobe,

just a tie. Why was this bothering

walked down the stairs, Susan already ahead, heels clicking

No room for stuff like organizing ties or making sure things were where they needed to be without making

was just a tie, I kept telling myself.

pulled the door shut, I felt that tightness again, not just around

see, and

out the window, trying to shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right, even though I couldn't put my

***

I made our way through the crowd,

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

walked back into the main hall, and the noise

arm. The way she fit me like a cloth made my heart

colleague, walking toward us with a grin on his

almost too casually, added, "I

grip on my arm tighten. She forced a smile, but I could tell it was strained. "Everything's great," I replied quickly.

Susan. "Well, that's

"You really moved on fast, huh?

"What do

wondering if... well, if maybe there was someone else before the divorce. You know how rumors start." Susan's face flushed red, and I could see she was on the edge of snapping. I gave her hand

know how people love to gossip," I said with a tight smile. "We don't pay attention to rumors," I

his hands. "Didn't mean anything by it. Just...

said, her

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

It was Mr. Johnson, one of the senior partners at

my hand. "It's been too long.

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