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

Chapter 28

Richard Pov.

The party in Madrid was a spectacle of wealth and power, but none of it mattered.

I wasn't here for the schmoozing or the deals. I was here for one reason: Sarah.

She had been on my mind constantly, but tonight felt different.

The organizers had asked me to make a grand entrance, to be the center of attention, but I'd declined. I didn't want the spotlight.

I had told them to exclude my name in the list of business people; that way Wesley wouldn't be aware and then stop Sarah from coming. Wesley fucking Kent thought I wouldn't be invited or attend because of the derailing position of my company in the market.

I stood near the bar, scanning the room, searching for her. Sarah. She was supposed to be here tonight, with Wesley.

The thought of them together sent a pulse of jealousy through me that I couldn't ignore.

I wanted to watch, to see what Sarah was doing, how she was acting... with him.

The night was still young, and I had already spoken to a few people. Nothing important, just small talk.

My real focus was on the door. I took another sip of my drink, eyes flicking to the entrance every few seconds. Then, finally, she walked in. Sarah.

My breath caught in my throat. She looked... stunning. Radiant. Like she had all the confidence in the world, not a hint of the woman who used to stand in my shadow. Her dress hugged her in all the right places, her smile was easy, bright. And there, right beside her, was Wesley.

He had his hand on the small of her back, guiding her through the crowd. I clenched my jaw.

That should be my spot. That should be me.

They made their way through the room, shaking hands, talking to people I didn't care about.

But my eyes never left them. I could see the way Wesley looked at her-like she was the only one in the room. It made my blood boil.

this? How did I

back to the bar, gripping the edge of

mistake. Coming here, thinking I could not get jealous, pretend I wanted to send

than

I stayed in the background, keeping

how confident Sarah was, how people gravitated

no longer the quiet, timid wife I'd

the span of how many months? It isn't up to a damn

evening wore on, the attention shifted. Sarah and

working on was front and center, drawing in

smiling when it was supposed to be

around her, the way she laughed at something he said-it was too

needed to talk

her heading toward the back of the room, probably on her

my heart pounding,

down the hallway when I caught up

out harder

eyes widened for a moment, but then her

ask you the same thing. But I

frowned. "What's that

I spat, my anger barely held in check. "You're here

her chest. "Humiliate you? Richard, don't flatter yourself.

over. "You think I don't see what's going on? You're with him to get back at me. That's it,

was no humor in it. "Are you serious right now? This isn't about you, Richard.

you're just going to pretend that this isn't a slap in

her voice rising. "You think just because I'm not with you anymore, I shouldn't be with anyone else? You're not entitled to have

as her words hit home. She wasn't wrong, but

not what this is about," I muttered, but the anger in my