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.

he said, his smile

have even

casually. "That's what friends are for. Remember, I'm here if you

felt a mix

a valuable ally, but a small voice in the back

***

late for a meeting. I rushed out of my apartment, my hair still

Wesley waiting outside. He was holding a coffee cup,

he said with a smile. "I thought you might

did you know I'd

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

coffee, feeling a warm

for me as we got into the elevator. "I've been there too,

my meeting was scheduled, Wesley kept up a light,

and offered practical tips. His advice was always spot-on, and it made me feel more confident. When we arrived at the cafe, Wesley held

you," I

replied with a

since then, Wesley really showed he was truly a friend, he would FaceTime anytime I

would bring me a bag of pastries anytime I

mattered and I couldn't help but think about

coffee, holding doors open, bringing me pastries-were things I hadn't experienced

***

connections he helped me make,

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

office, his usual confident smile in place. He was holding a folder

on my desk.

looked up from my

been looking around,

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

When I heard you

worry about that. I can help with