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.

***

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.

slowly, against his own intentions, he

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

for himself. And that meant one thing-he

had been planning for weeks. He wouldn't come barging

flowers. One bouquet, sent to her office, accompanied by

Can we at least

response, he upped the ante. He knew her favorite meals-after all, they had spent

face when she received them, even though

as another delivery 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 answered, "you need to stop flooding my house

I'm not trying to overwhelm you. I just... I miss you. Not in the

Wesley had stayed out of her way for a while. She had asked for space, and he gave it.

her voice softer now, but

we at least meet

unsure. "I'll think about it," she

business proposal. He could tell she was distracted, and every time she glanced at her phone, he

as Sarah opened it, her face

clenched

muttered, his voice sharp, "he's trying to

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

argued, his eyes narrowing. "I'm here because I care about you. He's

weren't?" Her words stung, but Richard knew

was some prize, and now, Wesley wants to fix things. He's allowed to