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

don't know. But if it were me, I'd

Richard's POV

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

everything we'd been through, things would

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

was I doing

look up when I greeted her,

had changed, heavy with something I couldn't put my

across from her, hoping to

eyes

Something was off. She'd been acting

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

started, "if something's bothering you, you can

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

question threw me off.

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

Where is

from her. She's telling me all these things, making me

Susan in... I don't even know how

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

is she saying?" I asked, trying to stay calm, though my own frustration was bubbling under the

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

dumbfounded. "And you

of doubt. "I don't know what to believe, Richard! I want to believe you've changed, but..." "But what?" I asked, my voice breaking

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

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