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

Chapter 26

Richard's

pov.

The sun was barely up when I woke up the next day, but it didn't matter. I hadn't slept much anyway. The bed felt too big. Too empty.

Susan hadn't come home after our argument. I didn't call her either. What for?

If I was leaving for Madrid today, the last thing I needed was to deal with her creating more drama.

She'd probably scream about me flying halfway across the world to see my ex-wife.

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. What did I even see in her?

I walked over to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face. I stared at myself in the mirror.

Dark circles under my eyes. My hair is a mess.

I didn't look like the man people expected to see when they thought of Richard Wright, the billionaire, the businessman.

No. I looked like someone who had lost control. Someone who had screwed up.

I grabbed a towel, wiped my face, and headed downstairs.

The house was too quiet, the silence almost deafening. I hated it.

As I poured myself a cup of coffee, my phone buzzed on the counter. A message. From Martins.

'Ready for Madrid? Don't forget to keep that smile for Sarah. Make it count.'

I ignored it, putting the phone face down.

Madrid. Why was I even doing this? Why was I chasing her across the world like some lovesick idiot?

But I knew the answer. She was working with him. Wesley. My biggest rival, the one guy who'd love nothing more than to watch my empire crumble.

I clenched my fists, feeling the anger rise in my chest.

my Sarah, was with him. What did he promise her? What did he say to

moved on? Was

thought made my stomach twist. Happy. Without

shattering making my jaw clench

***

I was sitting in my private jet, staring out of the window

buzzed again. This

with your changed attitude and send my love to her, I pray she

shoved the phone back into my pocket. Charm her back? As

woman who could be swayed by smooth talk and

staring at the ceiling of the jet. Memories

smile at me, even when I scorned

how did I treat her? Like she was second place.

I was an idiot.

guilt that gnawed at me. Maybe it

But I couldn't let her stay with

eyes, letting the hum of the jet fill the silence. The memories

the moments I had

pushed her away. The way I had chosen

other side. Building her own empire. And it

circles, thoughts of Sarah and Wesley

He had to be. It was the only

matter how much I hurt Sarah, I knew her. She wouldn't just team up with Wesley, especially

Wesley? That bastard would do anything to get an edge over

it made sense, didn't it?

now he's using her to get at me. The thought made

shook my head. No. There's no way Sarah knew about all this. She wasn't the type to get involved in shady business games. Hell, she didn't even know half my colleagues, let

I kept her out of

brought her to any business events, and never introduced her to the

separate from that part of my life.

my temples, feeling a headache forming. That

was doing this on purpose, and Sarah probably

of my seat. He was teaming up with her to

classic Wesley fucking Kent," I muttered under my breath, shaking my head. "He's

thought about it. I could picture it now-Wesley, all smiles, sweet-talking Sarah into working with him. Pretending to

him because she didn't know any