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

Chapter 22

Sarah's

POV.

The next day arrived quicker than I had expected, and it was time for the press conference.

I stood in front of the mirror in my office, smoothing my blazer and adjusting my hair for what felt like the hundredth time.

My hands were a little shaky, and my stomach was in knots. I kept checking myself out, trying to steady my nerves.

I can do this. I have to do this. I took a deep breath, but the nerves kept creeping back in.

The media was out there waiting, and the thought of standing in front of all those cameras made my heart race even more.

Just then, the door creaked open, and Wesley stepped inside. "The press is ready," he said, his eyes immediately noticing my nervousness.

I turned to him, trying to keep my composure, but he could see right through me.

"You're nervous," Wesley said, walking closer, his voice calm and reassuring. "It's okay, Sarah. Everyone gets nervous before these things."

I bit my lip, nodding. "I know, but... what if I mess up? This is huge. Everyone's watching."

Wesley smiled and placed a hand gently on my shoulder. "The way you present yourself today will set the tone for your business."

He continued. "People are looking at you, Sarah. They want to know if you're as strong and confident as your brand."

I swallowed hard, glancing back at the mirror. "What if I say the wrong thing?"

"You won't," he said firmly. "You've got this. Just be yourself. Speak with confidence. This is your moment."

"Remember, every word, every smile, it all plays into how people see your company. If you show them you believe in what you're doing, they'll believe in it too."

His words started to sink in. He was right. I had built this business from the ground up. I had earned this moment.

Wesley squeezed my shoulder gently, looking at me with that same calm confidence I'd come to rely on. "I'll be there with you, every step of the way. You're not alone."

slow breath, feeling some of the tension ease. "Thank you," I said softly. "Really, I don't know what I'd do

smiled, his hand still on my shoulder.

hall where the press was waiting. The moment I stepped into the room,

the cameras flashing, the sea of reporters seated and

You

just having him there. We made our way to the front of the room,

Wesley's reassuring presence

rolling in almost

do you feel about the rapid growth of Vitalé Wellness

here, and the support from our customers has been overwhelming. I'm excited for what's to come." More questions

was right-I knew my brand, and I

the next step for Vitalé Wellness? Do you have

product line and reaching new markets. We want to continue making a positive

hand. "Miss Sarah, what would you do if the indigenous people of

slight shift in the room. This question was different, unexpected. I glanced

back to the reporter and took a

Now or never.

sí, estoy muy interesada en trabajar con la gente indígena de este país. Su sabiduría ancestral sobre la salud y los remedios naturales sería una gran adición a nuestra misión." (Of course, I'm very interested in working with the indigenous people of this country. Their ancestral knowledge of health and natural remedies would be a great addition to our mission.) The room went silent for a moment before a flurry of impressed murmurs broke

noticing the wide-eyed surprise on some of the

CEO who could switch languages mid-sentence. Wesley glanced at me with a look of approval,

breath, though, another question hit me

Sarah," one reporter started, "after your divorce, do you feel that personal

I caught his eyes again-he gave

life is separate from

Wellness have been my priority, and I believe the

was a pause as the reporters scribbled down notes, the tension easing a little.

scribbling notes, and I breathed a quiet

came, and this

are more than just business partners. Is there

question, Wesley cleared his throat

calm and firm. "Sarah and I are

turn to look at him, but I felt my heart

mind raced, but I had to stay composed. In front of the press. Keep it