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 and worry. "You think Richard's still talking to

keeping his expression neutral. "I don't know. But if it were me, I'd

Richard's POV

ready for another day of steering the frustrating mess

thought after the kiss, after everything we'd been through, things

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

was I doing

didn't look up when I greeted her, just gave me this tight-lipped smile, the kind

us had changed, heavy with

sitting across from her, hoping

her eyes glued to the papers in

her for a moment. Something was off. She'd been

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

"if something's bothering you, you

looked up, her eyes hard, almost accusing. "Is there something you

threw me off. "What

colder than I'd heard it in a long time. "You've been talking to

Where is

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

know how long. Why would I

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

is she saying?" I asked, trying to stay calm, though my

That nothing's changed. That you'll hurt me again, just like before. That

at her, dumbfounded. "And you believe

"I don't know what to believe, Richard! I want to believe you've changed, but..." "But what?" I

with emotion. "You've lied to me before. You left me before. How do I know you're not

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