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.

later, the phone buzzed

you want to grab lunch today? We can talk, if you

since we

our past on his shoulders. With

the

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.

See

down, the heat of the coffee cup seeping into

my business and Wesley on

last

months since our marriage fell apart, and I'd thought

him again had shaken something loose inside me. Did he really regret divorcing

that just another way to manipulate

about Richard. I wanted to move forward. Wesley was my chance at something new, something better. But then why was I

***

arrived at the cafe a little before one, choosing a quiet

it felt calm and peaceful. I needed that right

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

with a soft smile, sitting down.

to match his energy. "It's

for a while,

deeper between us, something we hadn't fully addressed.

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

twisting slightly. Here it was. The conversation I'd been

about you, Sarah," Wesley continued,

a future with you. I know things have been... complicated, with everything you've been

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

why did it feel so hard

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

someone who's going to be there for you, who sees

creeping in. The way he'd looked at me last night, the anger and pain in

pulling my hand away gently.