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

Chapter 53

Wesley sat back in his chair, a slow smile spreading across his face. His eyes were fixed on his phone, watching the screen as a message from Susan popped up. She was halfway across the world, but they were in perfect sync. They both wanted the same thing-to get back what belonged to them.

For Susan, that meant Richard, her once-perfect prize. For Wesley, it was Sarah.

He stretched lazily, his eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and anticipation. This was all coming together beautifully.

"Alright, Susan,"! he murmured to himself, typing a quick reply. "Time to play."

It hadn't been too difficult convincing Susan to get on board. Wesley knew she still had a score to settle with Richard.

After all, Richard had left her too, in that spectacularly public way, right after Sarah had vanished to Madrid.

Susan hated Sarah, hated the way Richard always looked at her, even when they were together. Wesley had exploited that hatred, planting seeds until Susan was willing to help. Susan was already planting doubts in Sarah's mind-cryptic messages, hints that Richard was playing the same old games.

But that wasn't enough. They needed something more concrete, something Sarah couldn't just brush off.

And that's where Wesley came in.

He had suggested the simplest way to erode what little trust Sarah had in Richard-make her question everything. Plant evidence.

Make her suspicious. It wasn't hard, really. Richard had a history, and history had a nasty way of sticking to a person, no matter how much they tried to shake it off. So when Sarah told Wesley about Susan's texts, he saw his opening.

"That doesn't surprise me," Wesley had said casually, his tone deliberately nonchalant. "I mean, she and Richard...they were engaged. You remember that, don't you?" Sarah had stiffened at the mention of it. Of course, she remembered. She had seen the whole humiliating engagement splashed across national television.

"I don't know why she's messaging me now," Sarah muttered, pacing the room, her frustration growing.

Wesley leaned back against the wall, feigning sympathy. "Maybe she's not the only one who still feels something. Have you checked Richard's phone?"

"I mean, if she's reaching out to you, she's probably talking to him too. People don't just forget their history that easily."

of disbelief

neutral. "I don't know. But

Richard's POV

in hand, ready for another day

we'd been through,

cold again. Distant. Every time I tried to get closer, she'd find an excuse to

was I doing

already at her desk when I got in. She didn't look up when I greeted her, just gave me this tight-lipped smile, the kind that

us had changed, heavy with something

from

she replied, too quickly, her eyes glued to the papers in front of

moment. Something was off.

was avoiding my gaze...it was like she was waiting for

"if something's bothering you, you

hard, almost accusing. "Is there something you need to tell

threw me off.

voice colder than I'd heard it in a long

Where is this

her. She's telling me all these things, making me feel like I'm missing something." My mind raced.

talked to Susan in... I don't even know

I want to know!" she snapped, her voice rising. "She's telling me all this crap about you, and

stay calm, though

That you'll hurt me again, just like before. That you're playing

at her, dumbfounded. "And you believe

what to believe, Richard! I want to believe you've changed, but..." "But what?" I asked, my voice breaking despite myself. "I'm here,

lied to me before. You left me before.

done this to her. I had made her doubt me,