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?"

you've been trying to ruin things between me and Richard?

said, standing up, my hands

the phone earlier. You forgot

something darker. He

anything, Sarah. I was trying to protect you," he said, his voice calm but cold. "Richard isn't good for you. You

crossed my arms, glaring at him. "Don't pretend like you care about me, Wesley. This isn't

a moment, he didn't say anything, just stared at me, his jaw clenched. Then, something shifted

the truth?" he said, stepping closer. "Fine. The truth is, I never wanted Richard to have you. He's always

blinked, confused. "What are

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

he always got the things I wanted. The promotions, the connections... and then you. You were the last

stunned.

Wesley snapped, his frustration bubbling to

been in my way. He's always had what I wanted, and you were just another prize

chill run down my spine.

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

You're the one hurting me," I said, my

to me. You pretended to be my friend, but all you cared about was keeping

didn't want you

the first place," I

Sarah's POV

Richard's house until I saw his

steering wheel, my mind spinning from

his jealousy-everything was so twisted, I

our confrontation, managing to keep my voice steady even though my insides

pulled up in front of Richard's house,

stared at his front door. My heart pounded in my

I was here. But I couldn't be alone with this-this

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

the car and hurried up to his door. My fist was already

and there he was-Richard. His hair was messy, like he had been running his hands through it in frustration,

soft, but there was surprise in it. "What are

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

was outside until I felt the warmth of his house wrap around me. My body shivered as if suddenly aware of the chill. "Come inside, sit," he said, his voice gentler

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

beside me, but not too close. There was a pause, the silence hung between us

happened?" he asked softly, his

"It's Wesley. And Susan." My voice cracked, the weight of it all pressing down on

Against me-against you. All this

darkened, but he said nothing,

them talking. Wesley forgot to hang up

and before I could stop them, tears welled up in my

move on. That he was jealous of you. And Susan-she's been pushing

hold back anymore. My voice cracked as I spoke, my words

about me. I thought he was my friend,

my face with my hands, trying to stop the

so long, and now it was pouring out in front of Richard, the one person I had been trying to protect myself from. Suddenly, I felt a warm hand

me rigid, but then I let go. I let myself