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

Chapter 32

Sarah's POV.

The evening was painfully quiet. I sat on the couch, my phone on the table in front of me, but I wasn't really looking at it.

My mind was a mess, replaying every conversation I'd had with Wesley over the past few months.

Every piece of advice, every encouraging word- it all just part of some bigger plan. A plan to use me as a pawn in his game against Richard?

I didn't want to believe it. I didn't want to believe that Wesley had manipulated me like that.

But after what I'd heard in the cafe, after the way he talked so casually about business and competition, I couldn't shake the feeling that Richard had been right all along. Wesley had used me.

A knock on the door broke the silence. My heart jumped. I didn't have to guess who it was. Wesley. Of course, it was Wesley.

For a moment, I just sat there, frozen. I didn't want to see him, didn't want to hear whatever excuse he had ready.

But part of me, the part that still hoped there was some explanation, some misunderstanding, pushed me to my feet. I walked slowly to the door and opened it.

Wesley stood there, holding a bouquet of flowers. His face was soft, concerned, like he really cared. But after everything, I couldn't trust that anymore. "Sarah," he said softly. "Can we talk?"

I crossed my arms over my chest, the anger already simmering beneath the surface. "What is there to talk about, Wesley?"

He shifted on his feet, looking almost nervous. "Please, just let me explain. I... I didn't mean to upset you earlier."

but I didn't say anything.

the table, and turned to face

happened today, but I can see that something's wrong. Please, just tell me what's

on? Fine. I'll tell you. Did you know Richard before you met me?" His expression faltered for just a second, a tiny flicker of something passing across his face. Then, he quickly recovered, shaking his head. "Sarah, what does that have to do with anything?" "Just answer the question!"

what, Wesley?" I interrupted, stepping closer to him,

never mentioned it to me. You just let me think you were helping me because you cared, but all this time, you were using

find out that the man I trusted, the man I thought was supporting me, was really just using me as a tool in

"Sarah,

it like?" I demanded, my voice cracking. "Because from where I'm standing, it looks exactly

but I pulled away. "I didn't approach you with the intention of hurting you," he said, his voice

an opportunity. I saw potential in your

corners of my eyes. "How am I supposed to believe that, Wesley?

I should have told you about Richard. I should have been honest from the start. But I never wanted to hurt you. I

could feel the tears slipping down my cheeks now, but I didn't wipe them away.

my voice trembling. "How can you say that when you've been lying to

from you, yes, but I wasn't lying

him. I wanted so badly to believe that he

do this anymore," I said,

"What are

that I can't trust you," I replied, my voice firmer now. "I can't be with someone who hides things from me, who uses me without even

punched him in the stomach. "Sarah, please don't do this. I'll make

shook my head, stepping back toward the door. "I've given you

moment, looking completely defeated, and for a split second,