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

time," Susan said, not even bothering to look up. "Just grab

They used to be a system, a way of knowing exactly where things

even find a simple tie without

was in the same situation, searching frantically for

had found me in the middle of my mess, calm as

this. She used to do things like that all the time. But back then, I never really noticed or cared. I grabbed a random tie, wrapping it

herself one last look in the mirror. "Let's go. We're

mumbled, tugging at the tie knot,

wardrobe, the sense of

just a tie. Why

the stairs, Susan already ahead, heels clicking on the floor. She was always focused, always moving

or making sure things were where they

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

the door shut, I felt

the event, going over who we'd see, and

trying to shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right, even though I couldn't put my finger on it. It didn't matter. It was just a

***

I made our way through the crowd, greeting

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

the main hall, and the noise hit us again-laughter, clinking

by my side, her hand wrapped around my arm. The way she

with a grin on his

then, almost too casually, added, "I

grip on my arm tighten. She forced a smile, but I could

glancing at Susan. "Well, that's

really moved on fast, huh? There's been some talk...

"What do you

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

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

Ben said, holding up his hands. "Didn't mean anything by it. Just...

said, her

on, weaving through the crowd. I

a quieter corner, an older man approached us. It was Mr. Johnson, one of

Mr. Johnson greeted me warmly, shaking my hand. "It's

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