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.

his smile warm.

wouldn't have even known where to start

are for. Remember, I'm here if

felt a mix

small voice in the back

***

I rushed out of my

Wesley waiting outside. He was

with a smile. "I thought

did you know I'd be running

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

coffee, feeling a warm flutter of appreciation. "That's really

holding the door open for me as we got

to the cafe where my meeting was scheduled, Wesley kept up a

offered practical tips. His advice was always spot-on, and it made me feel more confident. When we

I said,

replied with a

then, Wesley really showed he was truly a friend,

me a bag of pastries anytime I

couldn't help but think about how different

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

***

he helped me make, my business began to take

realized that I needed a

afternoon, Wesley dropped by my office, his usual confident smile in place. He was holding a folder and

on my desk.

up from my computer, curious.

the folder to reveal pictures and details of a building. "I've been looking around, and I found a

in surprise. "A property? But how did you find

I heard you were looking for a new space,

"Don't worry about that. I can help with the financing. We can set up a loan or discuss other options.