Winning Back His Ex's Wife's Broken Heart by Hayley

Chapter 47

Richard's

pov.

It had started out simple, really. Just a couple of dinners here and there, an event or two where we both had to be for work.

Casual, nothing heavy. Sarah had made it clear, so many times, that we were just friends. I was just as tired as you are, but you know Sarah; she kept singing it anytime we were getting close. And I kept telling myself that I was fine with that. But the more time we spent together, the harder it became to ignore the growing connection between us.

We'd slip into these easy conversations, like we'd never been apart. I'd watch her laugh, really laugh, and I couldn't help but feel this warmth inside me.

It was a laugh I hadn't heard in years, and it was always genuine when we were alone. And yet, every time things got too comfortable, I'd see her pull back.

It was like there was a wall between us, and no matter what I did, I couldn't get past it.

One night, we were out at this industry event, surrounded by people we knew but didn't really care about.

Sarah was standing by the bar, looking effortlessly beautiful in a way that made my chest ache.

She always did that-just existing like she wasn't the most captivating person in the room. I made my way over, hoping to steal a moment away from the noise. "Need a refill?" I asked, gesturing to her empty glass.

She smiled softly. "Yeah, why not? But nothing too strong. I have meetings tomorrow."

I nodded and signaled the bartender. As we stood there, shoulder to shoulder, I couldn't help but feel how natural it was.

Like we were supposed to be doing this, sharing drinks, stealing quiet moments. It was easy, and that scared me. Because the easier it felt, the harder it was to pretend that I didn't want more. "So," she said, turning slightly to face me, "how's everything going with the new investments?"

"Good, actually. Thanks to you." I smiled at her, but she just shook her head.

"Don't put that on me, Richard. You've been doing the work."

"Maybe," I said, handing her the drink, "but you've been there. I haven't done this alone."

She looked at me, her expression softening. There it was again-that flicker of something more.

hold onto it, she glanced away, changing the subject like she always did when things got too

long pause, "I'm not sure if I'll stay

could leave now, if you want. Grab a

might say no. But

***

was with Sarah. We found a quiet little place, tucked away from the busy streets, and settled

ordered something simple, and she did the same. It felt like old times before everything had gone so wrong between

about work, about life, about things that didn't really matter. But underneath it all, I could

knew she could feel it too. But every time I tried to push, even just a

her eyes narrowing slightly.

hesitated, unsure if I should go there. But we'd been dancing around it for too long, and I couldn't keep pretending

moment, I thought she wasn't going to answer. But then she

hard. "I've been

didn't say anything, just waited for

I know that now. I was... I was selfish. And I regret

there was a sadness in her eyes that hadn't been there before. "You hurt me, Richard," she said, her voice steady but quiet. "More than I think you'll ever

heavily between us. "I know.

she interrupted, her tone sharper now. "You didn't mean to, but you did it anyway. And for a long time, I blamed myself for that. I thought there was something

me like a punch to the gut, but I couldn't argue with her. She was right. I had done that to

part was, she had always been more than enough. I had

forgive me," I said quietly. "But I want you to know that I've changed.

sighed, rubbing her temples as if trying to ward off a headache. "I don't know, Richard. It's not that simple. You can't just

know that," I said quickly. "I'm not asking for everything to be okay. I'm just... I want to be here for you

for the first time in a long time, I saw something

But just as quickly as it had happened, she pulled it back up, shaking her

go back, Richard," she said softly. "There's too much

I said, leaning forward. "I'm asking to move forward. As friends, if that's

I saw

don't know if I can trust you again," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

resting on it. "I know.