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

never meant to feel this way

that meant one thing-he

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

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

for everything. Can we at least go back to being

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

smile on her face when she received them, even though he wasn't there to see it. It was all part of the plan. He was getting in

the third this week-more food. More flowers. This time, it was her favorite coffee. She sighed, tapping her

was calm, almost pleading. "Sarah, I'm not trying to overwhelm you. I just... I miss you. Not in the

feeling a twinge of guilt. Wesley had stayed out of her way for a while. She had asked for space, and he gave it. But now? She

her voice softer now, but still

we at least meet up? Just as friends? I've missed talking to

think about

Richard sat across 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 wrong, but before he could, another delivery arrived-this time, a

her face tight with something between

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

bastard," Richard muttered, his voice sharp, "he's trying

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

"I'm here because I care about

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

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