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.

me. You cared about winning against Richard. You turned me into a

even get how much damage you did? How much

going to cry. But no, that would've required him to feel something genuine, and

in the way he did when he was trying to look like he was thinking

far," he mumbled, eyes still glued

I guess? You got what you wanted. Richard and I are

looked up sharply. "But that's not-Sarah, that's not what

dry laugh. "Isn't it? Because that's what you've been after this

took a step forward, his hands reaching out like he was about to grab me or something, but I took a step

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

to show in his eyes. But there was nothing. Just desperation.

my voice calm but firm. "Whatever chance

person I was when you first got involved. I've changed.

you and Richard-you've taken up too much space in my

change my mind. But there

my tone

there, his eyes searching mine for

didn't give him an inch. Eventually, he exhaled sharply and

sorry," he muttered, his voice quiet.

much as he didn't deserve it, I wasn't

hand on the handle. "If things had been different..." "But they weren't," I said gently.

once and then walked out, the door closing behind him with a soft

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

pulling me in different directions, and making me question everything. But now? Now

slowly, feeling a strange

a few moments later, her usual unreadable expression on her face.