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 make her

moved on? Was she truly happy with

made my stomach twist. Happy. Without

the sink, the sound of it shattering making my jaw clench harder. I had to

***

of the window as the plane lifted

phone buzzed again. This time, I didn't ignore

with your changed attitude and send my love to

the phone back into my pocket. Charm

the kind of woman who could be swayed by smooth talk

in my seat, staring at the ceiling of the jet. Memories of

me, even when I scorned her. The way she was

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

I was an idiot.

calm the guilt that

her. But I couldn't let her stay with

letting the hum of the jet fill the silence. The

the moments I had with her-the good ones

The way I pushed her away. The way I had chosen Susan and

side. Building her own empire. And it was

circles, thoughts of Sarah and Wesley were messing with my

using her. He had to be. It was the

with Wesley, especially if she knew the kind of rivalry we

That bastard would do anything to get an edge over me,

it? Wesley knew we

news of our divorce was everywhere, and now he's using her to get at me. The thought

my head. No. There's no way Sarah knew about all this. She wasn't the type to get involved in shady business games.

I kept

brought her to any business events, and never introduced her to the people I worked

part of my

rubbed my temples, feeling a

and Sarah probably had no idea she was being

leaned forward, gripping the edge of my seat. He was teaming up with her to bring me down, and she didn't

fucking Kent," I muttered under my breath, shaking my head.

it now-Wesley, all smiles, sweet-talking Sarah into working with him. Pretending

trusting him because she didn't know