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

Chapter 37

Sarah's

pov.

I stared at the list of investors on my screen, scrolling through the names, the firms, and the potential for expansion. Europe.

It was finally happening. Months of strategy meetings, long nights, and that little voice of self-doubt constantly whispering.

"Can you really do this?"-all of it was leading to this moment. And for once, the voice had nothing on me.

I was doing it. I was expanding my company into Europe, and no one was going to stop me. Not even me.

As I adjusted the strap of my watch, I glanced at the time. Another hour until my meeting.

I felt the familiar pulse of excitement and nerves-a cocktail I'd come to savor. My phone buzzed, and I glanced down at the screen. Richard. Again.

I shook my head, letting out a short, sharp breath through my nose. He just didn't get it. It's been weeks since I told him-no, ordered him to leave me alone.

I guess the man had always been persistent, but this was just... irritating. I pressed ignore, and his name vanished from the screen.

"I don't have time for this," I muttered to myself, refocusing on my work. Europe. France, Germany, Spain.

I had it all mapped out in front of me. Contracts, deals, all of it. My team had been incredible, working tirelessly to help bring this vision to life.

Zoe was indispensable, as usual, handling every chaotic moment with her ever-present clipboard and calm demeanor.

The door opened slightly, and as if on cue, Zoe's head popped in, clipboard in hand. "Sarah, the meeting room is ready. Do you need anything before we start?"

"Just a miracle," I replied dryly, though I couldn't hide the smirk tugging at my lips.

Zoe gave me one of her rare smiles. "We've survived worse. Remember the time the PowerPoint crashed mid-pitch?"

I groaned at the memory. "Don't remind me. I still have nightmares about that."

be fine," she assured me, and then added, "And no, I didn't let Richard and Wesley in. Wesley left but Richard is still lurking downstairs again." I raised an eyebrow. "Lurking?

nodded with exaggerated seriousness. "More like

I could stop it. "Persistent pigeon, that's

disappeared down the hall,

fact that they

like one of those recurring spam calls you block, only to have them pop up with a slightly different number. Maybe I

smoothed down my blouse, feeling the responsibility settle on my

was my company, my vision, my work. And I was going to make it happen. No man, no past, no lingering guilt

into the conference room, my team greeted me with smiles and the energy of a group that knew they were on the verge

expanding into Europe, and every single person in that room had helped

filled with talk of logistics, market entry

feel the buzz in the room, the excitement rippling through the air.

my team file out. Zoe stayed behind, flipping through her

sensing that

the table, crossing my arms. "Zoe, you've known me

on a year now,"

time, have you ever known me to let a

aside from the

Yes,

no," she said, shrugging. "You're a force

way it sounded.

smiled faintly.

sound like

how feelings work, Sarah. They're messy, unpredictable. You're focused now, but don't beat yourself

like you handle everything else-with grace and maybe a

sarcasm," I said with a chuckle. "Good

thirty minutes

tranquilizer

see what

sank into my chair and allowed myself a moment to breathe. This was what

emotional weight of dealing with Richard's