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 prize in your stupid little game. And that's

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

cry. But no, that would've

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

far," he mumbled, eyes still glued to the

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

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

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

was about to grab

"Sarah, please. It's not like that anymore. I-I care about you.

flicker of truth to show in his

Wesley," I said, my voice calm

I'm not the same person I was when

done with your games. Both you and Richard-you've taken

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

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

stood there, his eyes

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

muttered, his

are," I said, softer now, because as much as he didn't deserve it, I wasn't going to

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

walked out, the door closing behind

in. It felt like a weight

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

feeling a strange mix of relief and

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