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.

cared about winning against Richard. You turned me into a

but I wasn't finished. "Do you even get how much damage you did? How much you made me question myself, and my worth? And for what? So you

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

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

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

now, we're here. So... congratulations, I guess? You got what you

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

after

forward, his hands reaching out like he was

please. It's not like that

stared at him, waiting for that flicker of truth to show in his eyes. But there was nothing. Just desperation. He was losing,

my voice calm but firm. "Whatever chance you had

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

taken up too much space in

that would change my mind. But there

my tone

just stood there, his eyes searching mine

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

muttered, his voice quiet.

sure you are," I said, softer now, because as much as he didn't deserve it, I

walked towards the door, shoulders slumped. Just before he left, he paused, his hand

out, the door closing behind him with a

letting the silence settle in. It felt

this constant presence, pulling me in different directions, and

exhaled slowly, feeling a strange mix of

few moments later, her