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.

something else. I was listening

working so hard lately," I said, trying to sound light and conversational. "What's the plan

got some big plans in the works. It's all about positioning, you

I don't. "Getting ahead of the competition before

my coffee, hiding the tightness in my throat. "So, is that why you got involved

"I saw potential, of course. Your business is on the

steady, though my heart was pounding in my chest. "But you weren't worried about any conflicts? You know, stepping on

of his own coffee. "It's just business, Sarah. In

always going to be someone you

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

forced myself to stay calm, but I could feel the betrayal bubbling up inside me. "And... Richard?" I asked, my voice barely above a

grin. "Richard and I... well, we've crossed paths

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

wasn't because he cared about me. It was because he

at him, my heart racing as the truth settled in. Richard had been right all along. Wesley had been using me, manipulating me, just to

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

confusion, but I couldn't bear to

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

reached out, grabbing my hand

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

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

on me, the betrayal too fresh, too raw.

with Richard. He'd been my rock, the

Had he ever cared about me? Or was I just a pawn in some twisted game between

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

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

back finally spilled over, and I let