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

Chapter 52

Richard's POV

I think the first sign something was wrong was when Sarah stopped giving me hell about the coffee machine.

It's been her favorite thing to complain about for weeks, saying it's possessed because it always spills over whenever she tries to make a cup.

But this morning, she just looked at it, sighed, and made her coffee in silence. No snarky comments, no rolling of the eyes-just silence. That's when I knew.

We'd had the kiss.

That kiss that should have set us on the right path. I could feel it was something for both of us, a step toward fixing the mess I made.

But since then, she's been pulling away. Slower at first, then all at once. The warmth between us, the ease, all of it was slipping through my fingers like sand. "Are you mad at the coffee again?" I asked, trying to lighten the mood.

She barely smiled, more of a twitch at the corner of her lips. "It's just a coffee machine, Richard. I'm fine."

Fine. The word people use when everything is definitely not fine.

I watched her walk away, her shoulders stiff and her eyes focused on something far away-definitely not the machine, definitely not me.

I spent the rest of the day trying to figure it out. What was I doing wrong? We had kissed. I thought it meant something, that she was ready to move forward.

Was I moving too fast? Was I being pushy? I tried to back off, give her space, but the more I did that, the more distant she became.

The doubt started creeping in. What if she couldn't forgive me? What if the scars I'd left were too deep?

I didn't blame her for hesitating. I had been a complete mess, selfish, wrapped up in my own world when we were together.

I had walked out on her. I had chosen someone else-Susan, of all people. The guilt was like an old coat I couldn't shrug off, no matter how hard I tried. But I had changed. I *was* changing. Wasn't I?

Sarah's POV

the phone. "Richard

my ear. Emma had always been my voice of reason, the one who reminded me that love wasn't

through the divorce, through the whole ugly affair with Susan. She had

I finally said, hating how weak my voice sounded. "I don't want

He chose someone else. He left you. Don't you remember that? How many nights did we sit here talking about how badly he broke you?" She was right. Of course, she was right. I could still feel the sting of watching

where they played house in my house. It was like a

I muttered. "But he says he's

don't change. They just get

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day, when I saw Richard in the office, it was like everything Emma had

onto something between us. I couldn't

alright? You've been

fine." There it

down across from me, concern etched into his face. "Is this about the

looking at him. "I just... I don't

"What do you mean? I

hopeful for

can trust you," I blurted, finally meeting his eyes. "I don't know if you've

expression faltered, like I'd slapped him. "Sarah... I'm trying. I've been trying ever since I

what if you haven't really changed? What if... what if

eyes, but I didn't back down. Emma's voice was still in my head, reminding

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Richard's POV

words cut deeper than I wanted to admit. She couldn't trust me. And maybe she was

needed me most. But I had come back. I am

reason not to trust me. But I'm not that man

front of her, like

I hurt you," I continued, the guilt twisting in my chest. "I can't undo what happened, but

was barely above a whisper. "Or are you just trying to

Was that what she thought? That this was all about my guilt? Maybe it was. Maybe part of me wanted redemption, to feel like I wasn't a complete failure. But that wasn't all of it.