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

Chapter 14

Sarah's POV.

Later that night, as I sat on my balcony overlooking the city lights, I thought about Wesley's offer. He had come into my life just when I needed someone, a guiding hand in this vast, unfamiliar city.

It felt almost too good to be true, but I pushed that thought aside. I couldn't afford to second-guess every opportunity. Not now, when things were finally starting to look up.

For the next few days, I threw myself into work with renewed energy. I followed up on Wesley's suggestions, refined my business plans, and started preparing for the upcoming mixer. The more I worked, the more confident I felt. Madrid was beginning to feel less like a foreign land and more like a place where I could belong.

The day of the mixer arrived, and I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my dress.

It was a simple yet elegant outfit, something that said I was here to make an impression but not trying too hard.

My stomach fluttered with nerves. This was an important night, a chance to really make some headway.

Wesley picked me up, looking sharp in a tailored suit. "You look great," he said as I got into the car.

"Thank you," I replied, trying to steady my nerves.

He gave me a reassuring smile. "Relax, Sarah. You're going to do just fine. Tonight is about making connections. Just be yourself."

I nodded, taking a deep breath. "Okay. Let's do this."

The mixer was held at an upscale venue, and the room was filled with well-dressed people mingling and chatting.

Wesley guided me through the crowd, introducing me to key figures. I listened, shook hands, and engaged in conversations, following his lead.

As the evening went on, I started to feel more at ease. People seemed receptive to my ideas, and Wesley's presence by my side made it easier to navigate the room.

He knew exactly when to step in and when to let me take the lead, striking the perfect balance.

By the end of the night, I had a handful of new contacts and a sense that doors were beginning to open.

Wesley drove me back to my apartment, and as we said goodnight, I couldn't help but feel grateful.

said, his smile

to you," I replied. "I wouldn't have

"That's what friends are for. Remember, I'm

drive away, I felt a mix of emotions. Gratitude, hope, and a touch

small voice in

***

few days later, I was running late for a meeting. I rushed out of my apartment,

elevator, I saw Wesley waiting outside. He was holding a coffee

he said with a smile. "I thought you might need

surprised. "How did you know I'd be

chuckled. "You mentioned last week that you're always in a rush in the mornings. I figured you

a warm flutter of appreciation. "That's

Wesley said, holding the door open for me as we got into the elevator. "I've been there too, so I

cafe where my meeting was scheduled, Wesley kept up

practical tips. His advice was always spot-on, and it made me feel more confident. When we arrived at the cafe, Wesley held the door open for me, a small but

you," I said,

replied

truly a friend, he would FaceTime anytime I

anytime I was

about how different this

gestures-remembering my favorite coffee, holding doors open, bringing me pastries-were things I hadn't experienced in a long

***

the connections he helped me make, my business

as my company grew, I realized that I needed a more substantial space to really

smile in place. He was holding

folder on my desk. "I've got something to

looked up from my

and details of a building. "I've been looking around, and I found a property that might be perfect for your

blinked in surprise. "A property?

real estate. When I heard you were looking for a new space, I thought I'd see if

worry about that. I can help with the financing. We can set up a loan or discuss other options. I just want to see you