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

Chapter 57

Sarah's POV

Sometimes life throws curveballs at you when you're least expecting it. Like today, for instance. I had just gotten into my car to head over to Richard's place for "the talk"-you know, the kind where you lay all your cards on the table, brace for the awkwardness, and hope to come out without a bruised ego.

But of course, my car wouldn't start.

I tried turning the key again. Nothing. Just a pathetic click.

"Really? You're going to do this to me now?" I muttered, slapping the steering wheel. It wasn't like I was already nervous about seeing Richard again or anything.

After about ten more tries-and a quick but useless prayer to the car gods-I gave up and grabbed my phone.

I wasn't about to walk over there like a stray puppy. So I did what any grown woman would do.

"Hey, Zoe?" I called my assistant. "I'm gonna need a ride. My car just decided to betray me."

There was a pause on the other end before Zoe's voice crackled through, clearly trying not to laugh. "Oh no, not again. You and cars just don't mix, do you?"

I groaned. "Just get over here, please."

When I finally arrived at Richard's house, courtesy of Zoe's overly chipper mood-she wouldn't stop making jokes about how my car was trying to "save me from heartbreak"-I stood outside his door for a good minute, just staring at it. I wasn't ready.

Was I ready?

The door swung open before I had the chance to knock. Richard stood there, looking slightly disheveled but handsome in that effortless way that always annoyed me.

His hair was a little messy, and he had that half-smile on his face like he was amused by something.

teased, leaning against

aside to let me in. "Come on in, Sarah.

here. But now, standing in the middle of it, I couldn't ignore the knot in my stomach. Richard sat down on the couch, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, watching me carefully. "I know this isn't easy," he

my arms crossed like they

I agreed quietly. "We really

running a hand through his hair. "I've thought a lot about what's happened. About what Wesley

I hadn't seen in a long time. "I don't want to hurt you again." I swallowed hard. This

I

my voice wavering slightly. "How do I know you've really

to where I stood. He didn't come too

not the same guy who messed up before. And I won't pretend to be." I looked at him, really looked at him, trying to see

a raw vulnerability there too, like he was just as afraid of losing me

barely above a whisper. "Do we just... start over? Like none of it

But we can decide what to do with it. I can't change what I did,

taking my hand.

it. Even if you don't want to give me another chance, I'll understand.

mine. His words hung in the air like a

still love

Could I forgive him?

what I did know was that standing there with him, the thought of walking

losing him-again-made my chest ache in a way that

I could stop myself, I closed the

words I couldn't say were poured into that kiss. For a moment, Richard seemed surprised, but then he kissed me back, his hands moving to my waist, pulling me closer.

whispered, his voice shaky, "Are

my heart racing. "I'm ready to try again," I said, my voice stronger now. "But you better not hurt