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.

with him. What did he promise her? What did he say

Was

thought made my stomach twist. Happy. Without

shattering making my jaw clench harder. I had to see her. I had to talk to

***

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

again. This

changed attitude and send my love to her, I

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

by smooth talk and empty promises. She was...different. She was

seat, staring at the ceiling of the jet. Memories of her flooded

even when I scorned her. The

Like she was second place. Like she didn't

I was an idiot.

a deep breath, trying to calm the guilt that gnawed

But I couldn't let her stay with him.

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

had with her-the good ones

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

one on the other side. Building her own empire. And it was

of

was using her. He had to be. It was the only thing that

much I hurt Sarah, I knew her. She wouldn't just team up with Wesley, especially if she knew the kind of

do anything to get an edge over me, even

didn't it? Wesley knew we were

everywhere, and now he's using her

wasn't the type to get involved in shady business games. Hell, she didn't even know half my

Because I kept her out of

business events, and never introduced her to the people I

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

I rubbed my temples, feeling a headache forming. That solved

Sarah probably had no idea she was being

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

classic Wesley fucking Kent," I muttered under my breath,

now-Wesley, all smiles, sweet-talking Sarah into working with him. Pretending to be on her side, pretending he wanted to help

Sarah, trusting him because she didn't