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,

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

Wesley had been so kind to me. Ever since we started spending more time together,

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

was part of the

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

See

the heat of the coffee cup

Wesley on the

looked at me last night. The anger, the jealousy, the

our marriage fell apart, and I'd thought I

seeing him again had shaken something loose inside me.

another way to manipulate me, to

sighed, frustrated with myself. I didn't want to think about Richard. I wanted to move forward.

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before

but here, it felt calm and peaceful.

when he saw me. He walked over, his steps easy, and confident, and pulled

smile, sitting down. "I'm

I replied, trying to match

our food, and for a while,

was an undercurrent of something deeper between us, something we hadn't fully addressed. And I knew he

Wesley said, breaking the silence after the waiter

twisting slightly. Here it was. The conversation I'd been dreading, but also

Wesley continued, his voice gentle but

with you. I know things have been... complicated, with everything

hear. Wesley was offering me stability, a chance to move forward, to

why did it feel so

I intended. "I do, Wesley. You've been amazing to

who's going to be there for you, who sees you for who you really are." I looked down at our hands, his thumb brushing gently over my

kept creeping in. The way he'd looked

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