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.

hand reached up automatically, only to

Susan said, not even bothering

off. They used to be

find a simple tie without turning the

the same situation, searching frantically for a tie

of my mess, calm as ever. She had

your ties." Sarah had set it up so I wouldn't have to scramble like this. She

one last look in

tugging at the tie knot, which felt too tight around

I followed Susan out of the room, I glanced back at the wardrobe, the sense of something being off nagging at the back of

tie. Why was this

down the stairs, Susan already ahead, heels clicking on the floor.

little things. No room for stuff like organizing ties or making sure things were

I kept telling myself.

shut, I felt that

going over who we'd see, and what

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

***

I made our way through the crowd, greeting people as we

usual chatter, laughter, and the clinking of glasses. Susan

main hall, and the noise hit

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

A voice called out. We turned to see Ben, 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

but I could tell it was strained.

at Susan. "Well, that's good

on fast, huh? There's been some talk... you know

eyes widened. "What do

voice even more. "Just some folks 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.

a tight smile. "We don't pay attention

his

Susan said, her voice

on, weaving through the

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

shaking my hand. "It's been too long. And who is

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