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

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

kind to me. Ever since we started

Richard-he didn't carry our past on his shoulders. With Wesley, things felt

of the problem, wasn't it?

was something comforting about him. Something that made me feel... safe even when he treated me like trash. Me: Lunch sounds good.

Perfect. See

of the coffee cup seeping into my hands as

and Wesley on the present,

he had looked at me last night. The anger,

months since our marriage fell apart, and

loose inside me. Did

another way to manipulate me, to keep me from

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

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before

calm and peaceful. I needed that

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

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

course," I replied, trying to match his

food, and for a while,

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

silence after the

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

Sarah," Wesley continued, his voice gentle

clear. I see a future with you. I

was offering me stability, a chance to move forward, to

it feel so

I said, my voice quieter than I intended. "I do,

say that. You deserve everything, Sarah. You deserve someone who's going to be there for

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

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