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.

was with him. What did he promise her? What did he say to make

she moved on? Was she truly

thought made my stomach twist.

cup in the sink, the sound of it shattering making my jaw clench harder. I had to see her. I had to talk to

***

I was sitting in my private jet, staring out of the window as the plane lifted off

This time,

and send my love to her, I pray she gives you an audience

my pocket. Charm her back? As if it were that

the kind of woman who could be swayed by smooth talk and

ceiling of the jet. Memories of her flooded

way she used to smile at me, even when I scorned her. The way she was

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

I was an idiot.

to calm the guilt

I couldn't let her stay with

my eyes, letting the hum of the jet fill

replaying all the moments I had with her-the good ones

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

was the one on the other side. Building

in circles, thoughts of Sarah and Wesley were

He had to be. It was the only thing that made

wouldn't just team up with Wesley, especially if she knew the kind of rivalry we had. She

to get an edge

sense, didn't it? Wesley knew we

using her to get at me. The thought made my blood

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

Because I kept her out

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

from that part of my life. I didn't let her get

feeling a

Sarah probably had no idea

edge of my seat. He was teaming up with her to bring me down, and

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

clenched as I thought about it. I could picture it now-Wesley, all smiles, sweet-talking Sarah into working with him. Pretending to be on her side, pretending he wanted to help her grow her

trusting him because