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

Chapter 55

Sarah's

POV.

You know when Zoe handed me my coffee with a smirk? I instantly knew something was up.

Usually, she would just plop it on my desk without a word. But today? Oh no, she had that mischievous glint in her eyes that usually meant trouble. "Okay, what did you do?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at her.

Zoe feigned innocence, her hands raised. "Who, me? I just thought you might want a little extra sugar in your life today."

She gave me a wink and strutted off before I could say anything else.

I took a sip. Ugh. She'd put way too much sugar in it. But before I could complain, my phone buzzed. Another message. From Richard.

I hadn't replied to him since our blowout. In fact, I was trying my best not to think about him at all.

Easier said than done, though. My mind was a tangled mess, and no amount of sweet coffee was going to fix it.

"Hey," Zoe popped her head back in, leaning on the doorframe, "you look like a kicked puppy."

"Thanks for that," I muttered.

"You want to talk about it? Or do you want to sit there in silence, staring at your phone, hoping it'll give you answers?" Zoe raised her eyebrows.

I sighed. There was no escaping her, and maybe, just maybe, I did need

someone to talk to.

"Richard," I said simply, not bothering to explain the rest. She already knew enough about my chaotic love life.

"Ah, the infamous Richard," she said, walking in and sitting on the chair opposite me. "Okay, spill. What's he done this time?"

"He hasn't done anything... not recently anyway," I admitted.

"It's just-every time I think maybe things could be different, that maybe he's changed, something happens. And it all comes crashing down. Like, I want to trust him, Zoe, but I can't shake the past." Zoe crossed her arms, studying me for a moment. "Is it Richard you don't trust, or is it the fear of getting hurt again?"

in the air for a moment, heavier than I expected. "I mean... it's both, I guess. He's

he?

this is all

forward, "what if you're running away because you're scared? Scared of being vulnerable, of opening up, of giving him another

saying. Was it really that? Was I just too afraid to let go of my

could answer, Zoe added, "I mean, Sarah, look-if you think he's trash, cut him

before you've given it a chance. Don't let fear make your choices for you." Her words stung because they were

it's not. But don't confuse protecting yourself with

a deep breath. Maybe she was right.

Richard's POV

waiting for the video call to connect.

and the last thing I needed was

up, man," I

and Martin's face appeared, blurry at first but soon coming

on his couch, looking like he'd

what's up?" Martin asked, squinting at

through my hair. I

this time, I think it's for

talked, you were all high on that kiss, and now you

man," I groaned. "We had this huge argument. She thinks I haven't

just yet. You've put in the work, haven't you? You're not

I don't

showing her. Don't let one fight send you spiraling into 'I'm a bad guy' mode. You've changed, Richard. I know it. She'll know it too, eventually. But you gotta be patient." "Patient?" I huffed. "That's not exactly my strong

can't make her forget the past. All you can do is be there, prove

if it's too late? What if she's already made up her

don't give up. The old Richard would've walked away by

chair, mulling over his words.

that was

Sarah's POV

staring at the wall. Zoe's words echoed in my mind-"Don't

if protecting myself

he would hurt me again, that I was being naïve by even considering giving him another

to avoid thinking about it, my

to him in a while, not since he