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.

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

did? How much you made me question myself, and my worth? And for

cry. But no, that would've required him to feel something genuine, and I wasn't

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

mean for it to go that far," he mumbled, eyes

I guess? You got what

"But that's not-Sarah,

laugh. "Isn't it? Because that's what you've been after this whole time, right? Beating Richard? Making him lose something that mattered

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

not like that anymore. I-I care about

truth to show in his eyes. But there was nothing.

voice calm but firm. "Whatever

gone. I'm not the same person I was when you first got involved. I've changed. I've

taken up too much space

would change my mind. But there was nothing. Not this time. "You can't just-" Wesley

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

a long, tense moment, Wesley just stood there, his eyes searching mine for

he exhaled

sorry," he muttered, his voice quiet. "I really

didn't deserve it, I wasn't going to

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

nodded once and then walked out, the

in.

Wesley and Richard had been this constant presence, pulling me in different directions, and making me question everything.

slowly, feeling a strange mix of relief and

head in a few moments later, her usual unreadable