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. I wasn't going to make

down on the table, and turned

"I don't know what happened today, but I can see

didn't know, made me want to scream. "You want to know what's going 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!" I snapped,

stepping closer to him, my voice trembling with

let me think you were helping me because you cared, but all this time, you were using me to get back at him, weren't

the man I

"Sarah,

I demanded, my voice cracking. "Because from where

reached out, trying to take my hand, but I pulled away. "I didn't approach

saw potential in

tears stinging the corners of my eyes. "How am I supposed to believe that,

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

the tears slipping down my cheeks now, but I didn't wipe them away. "You care about

you say that when you've been lying

insisted, stepping closer again. "I kept things from you, yes, but I wasn't lying about my

him. I wanted so badly to believe that he was honest. But I

I said, my

widened. "What

you," I replied, my voice firmer now. "I can't be with someone who hides

punched him in the stomach. "Sarah, please don't do this. I'll make it right. I'll prove to you that my

the door. "I've given you enough

defeated, and for a split second,