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

Chapter 56

Sarah's

POV.

The day started like any other-mundane emails, phone calls, and a cup of lukewarm coffee that had gone cold while I was distracted by my spiraling thoughts.

The office was unusually quiet, except for the distant clacking of keyboards from my employees, which only made me more restless.

I grabbed my phone, scrolling through the endless stream of messages. One, in particular, caught my eye-a message from Wesley.

He had been acting strange lately. Too friendly. Too apologetic. His last few gifts had crossed the line from thoughtful to downright uncomfortable.

I couldn't put my finger on it, but something wasn't right.

But today, I needed a favor, and Wesley was the closest person who could help.

With a sigh, I dialed his number.

"Hey, Wesley. I need to ask you something about the project. Can we meet tomorrow?" I said, trying to keep the conversation as professional as possible. "Of course, Sarah," he replied, his voice a little too smooth, too eager. "Anything for you."

"Thanks. Talk soon."

We exchanged the usual goodbyes, and I was just about to hang up when I heard his voice again. Except... he wasn't talking to me.

"Yeah, I'll handle it. Sarah's almost ready to cut him off completely," Wesley muttered, his voice lowered.

My thumb hovered over the end call button, but something about the way he said my name made me freeze.

There was a pause on his end, and then another voice chimed in-a familiar voice. Susan. Susan was on the other end of the line.

"You better make sure she does," Susan's voice said sharply. "I'm tired of waiting. Richard won't have a leg to stand on once she's done with him."

My heart stopped. I had always known Susan was manipulative, but Wesley too? He'd been pretending to care, pretending to be my friend, all while plotting against Richard and me.

I kept listening, my heart racing, feeling sick to my stomach.

"I'll make sure of it," Wesley replied confidently. "Sarah's too focused on Richard to see what's really happening. She trusts me. This will all be over soon."

I ended the call, my hand shaking. For a moment, I just sat there in silence, my mind reeling.

Wesley had been feeding me lies, pretending to support me while stabbing me in the back.

And Susan... of course, she wanted to destroy any chance Richard and I had at fixing things. But Wesley?

I had thought we were starting to repair our friendship.

Later that day, Wesley stopped by my office as planned. He walked in with that same easy smile he always wore, the one that now made me sick. "Sarah," he said, leaning against the doorframe, "You said you needed to talk?"

I didn't waste time. "Wesley, why don't you just tell me the truth?"

His smile faltered, just slightly. "What do you mean?"

mean why don't you tell me why you've been trying to ruin things between me and Richard? And don't bother

said, standing up,

heard everything on the phone earlier.

confusion to realization, then to something darker. He closed the door behind him and sighed, his

to protect you," he said, his voice calm but cold. "Richard isn't good for you.

care about me, Wesley. This

stared at me, his jaw clenched. Then, something shifted in

said, stepping closer. "Fine. The truth is, I never wanted Richard to have

blinked, confused. "What are

were friends once, you know. A long time ago," Wesley continued, his voice

The promotions,

stared at him, stunned. "This

than jealousy," Wesley snapped, his frustration bubbling

I wanted, and you were just another prize to him. He

down my spine. "You've been

it. "I wanted to protect you from making a mistake, Sarah.

I said, my voice barely above

my friend, but all you cared about was keeping me away from Richard, for your own

argue. "I didn't want you to move on. I

the first place," I said,

Sarah's POV

to Richard's house until I saw his street

the steering wheel, my mind

was

together during our confrontation, managing to keep my voice steady

I pulled up in front of Richard's house, everything hit

there for a moment, and stared at his front

was here. But I

needed him, the one person who knew what it felt like to be

of the car and hurried up to his door. My fist was already banging on it before I

a few moments, and there he was-Richard. His hair was messy, like he had been running

His voice was soft, but there was surprise

a deep breath, but all the emotions I'd been holding back came crashing down like a dam breaking. "I can't do this

me in without a word. I didn't realize how cold it was outside until I felt the warmth of his house wrap

feeling like they might give way. I stumbled to his couch, sinking into

too close. There was a pause, the silence hung between us

happened?" he asked softly, his eyes searching

to find the words. "It's Wesley. And Susan." My voice cracked, the weight

us. Against me-against

he said nothing,

heard them talking. Wesley forgot to hang up

and before I could stop them,

wanted me to move on. That he was jealous of you. And

hold back anymore. My voice cracked as

Wesley cared about me. I thought he was my friend, but he was just-just manipulating me

with my hands, trying to stop

out in front of Richard, the one person I had been trying to protect myself from. Suddenly, I felt a warm hand on my shoulder, and then his arms wrapped around

I let go. I let