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

Chapter 38

Sarah's pov.

Wesley stood in my office, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot. His usually confident, swagger-filled stance was nowhere to be found.

Good. About time he felt uncomfortable. He cleared his throat and tried to meet my eyes, but I wasn't making it easy for him.

I wasn't about to let him weasel his way back in with his charm and that fake sincerity he pulled out for special occasions.

"Sarah," he began, voice low and cautious, like he was testing the waters. "I just... I really need to explain."

I crossed my arms and leaned back in my chair, keeping my face as neutral as possible. "Go on then," I said, my voice flat. "Explain."

Wesley took a deep breath like he was about to dive into some deep emotional well, but honestly, I wasn't holding my breath.

"I know I've messed up," he started, "but I need you to understand. When I first got involved with you, it was... yeah, it was about getting to Richard." Right. "But it wasn't all that. You're... you're different, Sarah. I didn't expect to actually-"

"Fall for me?" I interrupted, raising an eyebrow.

He nodded like a puppy hoping for a treat. "Yeah, exactly."

I snorted. I couldn't help it. "So let me get this straight.

You used me as some sort of pawn in your petty rivalry with Richard, but it's okay because somewhere along the line, you caught feelings?"

Wesley winced, like hearing it out loud made him realize just how ridiculous it sounded. "I know it sounds bad-"

"No, Wesley, it is bad. It's really bad," I cut him off, standing up now because I was just done sitting through this pity party.

You turned me into a prize in your stupid little game. And that's not love,

opened his mouth to protest, but I wasn't finished. "Do you even get how much damage you did? How much you made

cry. But no, that would've required him to

the way he

didn't mean for it to go that far,"

I guess? You got what you wanted. Richard

that's not-Sarah,

been after this whole time, right? Beating Richard? Making him lose something that

step forward, his hands reaching out like he was about to grab me

It's not like that anymore. I-I care about you. I

his eyes. But there was

the thing, Wesley," I said, my voice calm but firm. "Whatever chance you

gone. I'm not the same person I was when you first

"And I'm done with your games. Both you and Richard-you've taken up

But there was nothing. Not

my tone

Wesley just stood there, his

him an inch. Eventually, he

he muttered, his voice

as much as he didn't deserve it, I wasn't going to be cruel. "But

the door, shoulders slumped. Just before he left, he paused, his hand on the handle. "If things had been different..." "But they weren't," I

walked out, the door closing behind him with

a moment, letting the silence settle in. It felt like a weight had

had been this constant presence, pulling me in

exhaled slowly, feeling a strange mix of

moments later,