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

his hand still on my shoulder.

was waiting. The moment I stepped into the room,

reporters seated and

You

We made our way to the front of the room,

sat down, feeling Wesley's

rolling in almost

Sarah, how do you feel about the rapid growth of Vitalé Wellness in such a short

We've worked hard to get here, and the support from our customers has been overwhelming. I'm excited for what's to come." More questions about the business followed, and

was right-I knew my brand,

next step for Vitalé Wellness?

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

"Miss Sarah, what would you do if the indigenous people of the country wanted to work

in the room. This question was different, unexpected. I glanced at Wesley, but he simply smiled, encouraging me to

the reporter

Now or never.

(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

softly, noticing the wide-eyed surprise on

that they got a CEO who could switch languages mid-sentence. Wesley glanced at me with a look of approval, and I felt

my breath, though, another question hit me

divorce, do you feel that personal

Wesley's hand squeeze mine under the table. I caught his eyes again-he gave me

life is separate from my professional life. I've worked hard to keep

been my

the reporters scribbled down notes, the tension easing a little. But then, another voice piped

scribbling notes, and I breathed a quiet sigh of relief. That went better than I

then, another question came, and this one

are more than just business partners.

the question, Wesley cleared his throat

and firm. "Sarah and

didn't dare turn to look at him, but I felt my heart leap into my

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