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.

about winning against Richard. You turned me into a prize in your

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

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

down at the floor, running a hand through his hair in the way he did when he was

to go that far," he

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

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

been after this

out like he was about to

like that anymore. I-I care

flicker of truth to show in his eyes. But there was nothing. Just desperation. He was losing, and Wesley hated

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

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

taken up too much space in my life, in my head. I deserve

with something to say that would change my mind. But there was nothing. Not this time.

can," I said, my tone final. "You've

there, his eyes searching mine for something-anything-to hold

give him an inch. Eventually, he exhaled sharply and nodded, like he

sorry," he muttered, his voice

I said, softer now, because as much as he didn't deserve it, I wasn't going to be cruel. "But that

shoulders slumped. Just before he left, he paused, his hand on the handle. "If

the

silence settle in. It

in different

feeling a strange mix

her head in a few moments later, her usual unreadable expression on