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."

shot him a look, her face a mixture of disbelief

know. But if it were me, I'd check. Just to

Richard's POV

hand, ready for another day of steering the frustrating mess that was my relationship

after everything we'd been through, things would start

been cold again. Distant. Every time I tried to get

the hell was I doing

up when I greeted her, just gave

like the air between us had changed,

I asked, sitting across from her, hoping to

eyes glued to the

Something was off. She'd been acting strange for days

my gaze...it was like she was waiting for something. Like she was

something's bothering you, you

almost accusing. "Is there something you

threw me off. "What do

her arms, her voice colder than I'd heard it in a long time. "You've been

stopped. "What? Where is

fists. "Don't play dumb, Richard. I've been getting messages from her. She's telling me all these things, making me feel like I'm

talked to Susan in... I don't even know how long. Why

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

to stay calm, though my own frustration was bubbling under

saying you're still the same person. That nothing's changed. That you'll hurt me

her, dumbfounded. "And you

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

me before. You

me apart. I had done this to her. I had made her doubt me, doubt everything we could have