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."

letting him inside, but I didn't say anything. I wasn't going to make this

setting the flowers down on the table, and turned to face

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

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, my voice louder than I intended. "Did you know Richard?" Wesley looked away, rubbing the back

Wesley?" I interrupted, stepping closer to

knew him, and yet you conveniently never mentioned it to me. You just 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

I trusted, the man I thought

face fell. "Sarah, it's

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

trying to take my hand, but I pulled away. "I didn't approach you with the intention of hurting you," he said, his voice soft, almost

Richard. Yes, we have history. But when I met you, Sarah, I saw more than just an opportunity. I saw potential in your business, in you. And I swear, my feelings for you are real. They have

am I supposed to believe that, Wesley? How am I supposed to believe anything you say

about Richard. I should have been honest from the start. But I never wanted

now, but

"How can you say that when

you, yes, but I wasn't lying about my feelings. I never wanted this to happen. I never wanted

stared at him, my heart aching. I wanted to believe him. I wanted so badly to believe that he was honest. But I couldn't. Not after everything I'd

can't do this anymore," I said, my

widened. "What are

"I can't be with someone who hides things from me, who uses

looked like I'd punched him in the stomach. "Sarah, please don't do this. I'll make it right. I'll prove

toward the door. "I've given you enough chances, Wesley. You've

there for a moment, looking completely defeated, and for a split second, I almost regretted