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.

I was listening for something else. I was listening

so hard lately," I said, trying to sound light and conversational. "What's the plan for the next few months? Expanding into new

big plans

don't. "Getting ahead of the competition before

is that why you got involved with my company?

of course. Your business is on the rise, Sarah. I just wanted to help you

though my heart was pounding in my chest. "But

"It's just business, Sarah. In this world, you've got to do what

going to be someone

punch to the gut. Just business. Was that all I was to him? Just another

feel the betrayal bubbling up inside me. "And... Richard?"

"Richard and I... well, we've crossed paths before. Nothing personal, though. Like I said, it's just

cup, the ceramic warm against my skin. Everything suddenly clicked

advice he'd offered me, the way he

wasn't because he cared about me. It

truth settled in. Richard had been right all along. Wesley had been using me,

the floor as I pushed it back.

of confusion, but I couldn't bear to look at him

I blinked them away. "I am going home," I said,

out, grabbing

feel tired," I muttered, grabbing my bag and heading for the door. My head

but I didn't turn around. I couldn't. The cafe's door swung shut behind me, and the cool air

it was closing in on me, the betrayal

everything fell apart with Richard. He'd been my rock, the

felt like a lie. Had he ever cared about me? Or was I just a pawn in some

needing to get away. In the cafe,

dropped my bag on the floor and sank

back finally