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 buzzed

Do you want to grab lunch today? We

Ever since we started spending more

our past on

the problem, wasn't it? He wasn't

though I should hate Richard; I couldn't bring myself to. There was something comforting about him. Something that made me feel... safe even when he treated me like trash. Me: Lunch sounds good. Let's meet at

See

of the coffee cup seeping into my hands as I leaned against

on the present, but my mind kept drifting back to

looked at me last night.

months since our marriage fell

seeing him again had shaken something loose

manipulate me, to

wanted to move forward. Wesley was my

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a little before

felt calm and peaceful. I needed that right now. I needed

face lighting up when he saw me. He walked over, his steps

soft smile,

to match

for

deeper between us, something we

silence after the waiter left, "I've been thinking about

slightly. Here it was. The

you, Sarah," Wesley continued, his voice gentle

want to be clear. I see a future with you. I know things have been... complicated, with everything you've been

should've wanted to hear. Wesley was offering me stability, a chance to

it feel

"I do, Wesley. You've

for you, who sees you for who you really are." I looked down at our hands, his thumb brushing gently over my skin. He was so...

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

if I'm ready," I admitted, pulling my hand away gently. "I've been through a lot. I'm still