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 me. You cared about winning against Richard. You turned me into a prize in your stupid little game. And that's not love,

finished. "Do you even get how much damage you did? How much you made me question

face fell, and for a second, I thought maybe he was going to cry. But no, that would've required him to feel something

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

go that far," he mumbled, eyes

it did," I replied, voice hard. "And now, we're here. So... congratulations, I guess? You got what you wanted. Richard

"But that's not-Sarah, that's not

that's what you've been after

he was about to grab me or something, but I took a step

please. It's not like that anymore.

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

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

was when you

your games. Both you and Richard-you've taken up too much space in

to say that would change my mind. But there was nothing. Not this time. "You can't just-" Wesley started, but I held up a hand,

tone final.

just stood there, his eyes searching mine

inch. Eventually, he exhaled sharply

his

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

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

nodded once and then walked out, the door closing behind

moment, letting the silence settle in. It

me in different directions, and making me question everything. But now? Now it was just...

exhaled slowly, feeling a strange mix of

later, her usual unreadable expression on