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

Chapter 31

Sarah's

POV.

The cafe was cozy, with soft lighting and the comforting scent of freshly brewed coffee filling the air.

Wesley was already seated at a corner table, his usual spot, looking relaxed and content.

As I walked in, I felt the tension in my chest grow. I'd been replaying Richard's message in my mind over and over again, trying to make sense of it, but nothing sat right.

Could Wesley really be using me to get back at Richard? It seemed impossible. He had always been so kind, so supportive.

But then again, why would Richard make something like that up?

Wesley smiled as I approached the table, standing to greet me with a hug. His touch was normally comforting but it felt strangely foreign today. I forced a smile in return, but my mind was racing. "Hey, you," Wesley said, his voice warm. "You look tired. Is everything okay?"

I hesitated for a moment before answering. "Just... a lot on my mind."

I wasn't ready to let him know what was really bothering me. I needed to be sure, to hear it from him before I jumped to conclusions.

He gestured for me to sit, and I slid into the chair opposite him, keeping my face as neutral as possible.

"Long night?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

I nodded, taking the coffee cup the waiter placed in front of me. "Yeah, something like that."

Wesley didn't seem to notice my unease.

He leaned back in his chair, casually talking about the latest developments in his business.

Normally, I would have been interested, even excited to hear him talk about his work.

though, I was listening for something else. I was listening for clues, for anything that would confirm or

working so hard lately," I said, trying to sound light and conversational.

plans in the

of the competition

my coffee, hiding the tightness in my throat. "So, is that why you got involved with my company? You saw potential...

course. Your business is

was pounding in my chest. "But

In this world, you've got

always going to be someone you upset along the way. But that's

hit me like a punch to the gut. Just business. Was that all I was to him? Just another piece in

myself to stay calm, but I could feel the betrayal bubbling up inside me. "And... Richard?" I

I... well, we've crossed paths before. Nothing personal, though. Like

grip tightened on the coffee cup, the ceramic warm against my skin. Everything suddenly clicked

the strategic advice he'd offered me, the way he always seemed so

about me. It was because he wanted to

right all along. Wesley had been using me,

chair scraping against the floor as I pushed it back. Wesley

but I couldn't bear to

tears welling up in my eyes, but I blinked them away.

going on?" Wesley reached out, grabbing my

I muttered, grabbing my bag and heading for the door. My head was

couldn't. The cafe's door swung shut behind me, and the

like it was closing in on me, the betrayal

been by my side when everything fell apart with Richard. He'd been my rock, the one person I thought I could

cared about me? Or was I just a pawn

sure where I was going, just needing to get away. In the cafe, Wesley, everything

home, I dropped my bag on the floor and sank onto the

been holding back finally spilled