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

Chapter 18

Richard's POV.

It had been two weeks since I got engaged to Susan, and she was on top of the world.

Everywhere we went, she flashed the ring, her smile wide and bright. At home, she took charge of everything. "We need new curtains," she said one day. The next, it was, "Let's change the dining table. It's too old-fashioned." She wanted to make the house feel 'new,' like a fresh start.

I didn't care much. She could change whatever she wanted. It was her home too now.

But as the days passed, doubts started creeping in, like shadows I couldn't quite shake off.

I remembered what Martins had said. He had looked me in the eyes and asked, 'Are you sure you're happy?'

At the time, I brushed it off. What did he know? I knew what I wanted. I wanted Susan.

I wanted the thrill and the spark, not the dullness I had with...

I paused, trying not to let my mind finish the thought. But it was there.

Sarah.

For all the things I didn't feel for her, she put effort into our marriage. She planned everything-events, dinners, even simple things like managing our household.

She was always involved, making sure everything ran smoothly. There was a structure, a routine that I relied on without even knowing it.

Now, with her gone, things felt... chaotic. I couldn't find my shoes half the time because they weren't where they used to be.

My schedule was a mess because Susan kept filling it with things I didn't even know about until the last minute.

"Richard, have you seen the paint samples?" Susan's voice cut through my thoughts.

She walked into the room, holding a fan of colors. "I'm thinking we should repaint the living room. Make it feel more 'us'. What do you think? Blue, beige, maybe a soft green?" I stared at the colors in her hand, feeling strangely lost. "I don't know, Susan. You pick."

She frowned slightly. "I want us to decide together. It's our home now."

muttered, trying to sound enthusiastic.

left the room, already talking to herself about rugs and lamps and God knows what else. I let out a sigh, rubbing my temples.

old vase used to sit. It was gone now, replaced by some modern art piece Susan

even with the new decoration. I shook my head, annoyed

was I even thinking about

could still hear Martin's voice in the back of my mind again. "Are you sure you're

under my breath, trying to convince myself. I

not Sarah.

did it

Susan was exactly what I had always wanted. She

tiptoeing around with her. She didn't need my constant attention, didn't fuss over every

used to think that was perfect. With Susan, things were simple-at least, they were supposed to

the days went on, I found myself noticing the small things. Like when I had a long day at work

was doing. "Kate would serve you dinner" she'd say, not even

didn't expect her to

She'd see the look on my face

make sure there was a warm meal, maybe

of it, but it

never thought I needed that. Now, I wasn't

back from the office, my head pounding. I had

my briefcase by the door and walked into the living room. Susan was sitting on the couch, scrolling through her tablet. "Hey," I said, collapsing into a chair.

was thinking we should redecorate the guest room this weekend. Maybe add a little color." I blinked,

already back to her tablet. No

back, closing my eyes for a moment. I remembered

the tired look in my eyes. She wouldn't have pushed on with

she'd ask if I wanted to talk about it or just sit with me quietly.

Susan's voice snapped

opened my eyes to see her staring

for a lighter shade or something bold? You're the one who has

is fine," I muttered,

watched her for a moment, trying to find