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

Chapter 29

Sarah's

Pov.

The morning light gushed through the curtains of my apartment but I didn't feel any warmth.

I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind still buzzing with last night's events. The party. Richard.

Richard! Noone told me he was going to be at the event. I didn't see his name amongst the list of businessmen. My mind hadn't crossed it to ask if he would be attending.

I sat up, running a hand through my hair. The argument with Richard had left a bitter taste in my mouth.

Seeing him again had stirred emotions I thought I'd buried. He looked more tired than I've known him while we were together.

And the things he said... I couldn't stop hearing his voice, accusing me, and blaming me.

But there was more to it. His eyes. The way he looked at me, like I was someone he'd lost.

I didn't want to think about him, yet here I was, unable to shake him from my thoughts.

You both are divorced. He had moved on. He has a fiancee now. I tried speaking sense to myself.

But then if he was happy and moved on, why did he say, 'I should never have divorced you?'

I sighed and got out of bed, wrapping my robe around myself as I made my way to the kitchen. I needed coffee. Something to clear my head.

As I poured the steaming liquid into a cup, my phone buzzed on the counter. I glanced at the screen and saw Wesley's name.

Wesley: Hey, are you okay? I didn't get to see you after the party last night. Just wanted to check on you.

I bit my lip. I hadn't told Wesley that I'd run into Richard. I'd left the party in such a rush after our argument, I didn't even say goodbye to anyone. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, unsure of what to say.

Me: Yeah, I'm fine. Just needed some air. It was a bit overwhelming.

few seconds later, the phone

I get that. Do you want to grab lunch today? We can talk, if you want. About

had been so kind to me. Ever since we started spending more

carry our past on his shoulders. With Wesley, things felt simpler,

was part of the problem, wasn't

that made me feel... safe even when he treated me like trash. Me: Lunch sounds

See you

coffee cup seeping into my hands as

Wesley on the present, but my mind kept

way he had looked at me last night. The anger,

fell

had shaken something loose inside me. Did he really regret

just another way to manipulate me, to keep me from

sighed, frustrated with myself. I didn't want to think about Richard. I wanted to move forward. Wesley was my chance at something new, something better. But then why was I so

***

a little before one, choosing a quiet table near

was bustling outside, but here, it felt calm and peaceful. I needed

later, his face lighting up when he saw me. He walked over, his steps easy, and confident,

he said with a soft smile, sitting down. "I'm glad you

I replied, trying to match

our food, and for a while, we made small

something we hadn't fully addressed. And I knew he felt

Wesley said, breaking the silence after the waiter

nodded, my stomach twisting slightly. Here it was. The conversation I'd been

care about you, Sarah," Wesley continued, his

see a future with you. I know things have been... complicated, with everything you've been through. But I'm here. I'm

what I should've wanted to hear. Wesley was offering me stability,

it feel so hard

my voice quieter than I intended. "I do, Wesley. You've been amazing

deserve someone who's going to be there for you, who sees you for who you really are." I looked down at our hands,

of my mind, Richard's face kept creeping in. The way he'd looked at me last

pulling my hand away gently. "I've been through a