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.

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

him sick to his stomach. He never meant to feel this way about her. He was supposed

for himself. And that meant one thing-he

been planning for weeks. He wouldn't come barging in. No.

with flowers. One bouquet, sent to

we at least go back to being friends? -

he upped the ante. He knew her favorite meals-after all, they had spent time together when things were good

she received them, even though he wasn't there to see it. It was all part of

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

I'm not trying to overwhelm you. I just... I miss you. Not in the way we were before, but

a while. She had asked for space, and he gave it. But now?

just show up like this," she said, her voice softer now, but still firm. "I don't

at least meet up? Just as

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

from Sarah in her office, discussing a business proposal. He could tell she was distracted, and every time she glanced at her phone, he felt the unease creep in. He wanted to ask her what was

her face tight with

from Wesley. Richard clenched his fists under the table, trying to keep his

sharp, "he's trying to worm

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

his eyes narrowing. "I'm here because I care about you. He's doing it

tense. "And you weren't?" Her words stung, but Richard knew

now, Wesley wants to fix things. He's allowed to try. Besides, you