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

Chapter 52

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

crackled through the phone. "Richard is not the man you want to pin your hopes on,

to my ear. Emma had always been my voice of reason, the one who reminded

were the ones who held my hand through the divorce, through the whole ugly affair with Susan. She

I still care about him, Em," I finally said, hating how weak

we sit here talking about

my house. It was like a nightmare I couldn't wake up from. And now, here I

I muttered. "But

change. They just get better at

***

saw Richard in the office, it was

smiled at me, hopeful, like he was still holding onto something between us. I couldn't smile back. Instead, I sat down

been a

fine." There it was

concern etched into his face. "Is this about the kiss? Did I push

chair, not looking at him. "I just... I don't know, Richard. I don't

frowned. "What do you mean? I thought we were making

too hopeful

trust you," I blurted, finally

like I'd slapped him. "Sarah... I'm trying. I've been

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

cold. I could see the pain in his eyes, but I didn't

***

Richard's POV

I wanted to admit. She couldn't trust me. And maybe she

promise, and walked out when she needed me most. But I had come back. I am here now.

quietly. "You have every reason not to trust me.

papers in front of her, like they held answers she couldn't find in

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

a whisper. "Or are you just

me wanted redemption, to

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