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

Chapter 50

Richard's POV

"Why now?"

Sarah's question had been haunting me ever since she asked it. I could see the uncertainty in her eyes, the pain from our past surfacing again.

And honestly, I struggled to answer that question for myself.

Why now? Maybe it was because I finally recognized what I had lost. Or perhaps it was the realization that I couldn't keep living in the shadows of my mistakes. But the truth was hard to face. I'd hurt her, and that guilt was a weight I carried every day.

I sat at my kitchen table, staring at my phone, wishing for a message from her. I wanted to reach out, to remind her that I was willing to fight for us.

But I knew better. She needed space, time to process everything. But the silence was deafening, and with each passing hour, my fear of losing her again grew louder. "Come on, Richard," I muttered to myself, running a hand through my hair. "Just give her time."

The kiss... it felt real. But she still had walls up, and I couldn't blame her. I needed to give her space. But damn, it was hard.

My fear of losing her again was clawing at me, making every second without her unbearable.

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Wesley sat in his office, fidgeting with a pen. It had been months since he told Sarah he would leave her alone, but the truth was, he hadn't.

Not really. He still saw her, with him. Richard. They were together, more often than not, and each time Wesley caught a glimpse of them, it stung.

his old plans of revenge, but because, slowly, against his own intentions, he had

to feel this way about her. He was supposed to use her to

meant one thing-he had to destroy

weeks. He wouldn't come barging in.

flowers. One bouquet, sent to her

Can we at least go back to being friends? -

he upped the ante. He knew her favorite

smile on her face when she received them, even though he

arrived. It was the third this week-more food. More flowers. This time, it was her favorite coffee. She sighed, tapping her fingers against the table before picking up her phone. "Wesley," she said sharply when he

voice was calm, almost pleading. "Sarah, I'm not trying to overwhelm you. I just... I miss you. Not in the way we were before, but I miss our friendship. You've changed. I've changed

had stayed out of her way for a while. She had asked for space, and he gave it. But now? She wasn't sure what to make

said, her voice softer now, but still

know," Wesley replied. "But can we at least meet up?

"I'll think about it," she finally said before

distracted, and every time she glanced at her phone, he felt the unease creep in. He wanted to ask her what was

opened it, her face tight

delicate bracelet, no doubt from Wesley. Richard clenched his fists under the table,

bastard," Richard muttered, his voice sharp, "he's trying to worm his way back into your

placing the bracelet back in the box. "Why shouldn't he, Richard? You've been

different," Richard argued, his eyes narrowing. "I'm here because I care about you.

Her

were fighting over me like I was some prize, and now, Wesley wants to fix things. He's