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.

planning on standing out there all day?" he teased, leaning against the doorframe. "Maybe," I shot back. "Keeps things... less

me in. "Come

in the middle of it, I couldn't ignore the knot in

standing, my arms crossed like they

quietly.

a hand through his hair. "I've thought a lot about

his eyes soft and full of something I hadn't seen in a long time. "I don't want to hurt you again." I swallowed hard. This was it. The moment I had been dreading, but also hoping for. Richard was

I

voice wavering slightly. "How do I know you've really changed? How do I know you won't just... hurt

to where I stood. He didn't come too

he said softly. "There's no guarantee I won't screw up. I'm not perfect, Sarah. But I swear, I've learned from my mistakes. I'm not the same guy who messed up before. And I

like he was just as afraid of losing me as I was afraid of

now?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "Do we just... start over? Like none of

past. But we can decide what to do with it. I can't

before gently taking my hand. His touch was warm, comforting, and suddenly, everything felt

respect it. Even if you

in the air like a challenge,

still

Could I forgive him?

the answer, but what I did know was that standing there with him, the

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

stop myself, I closed the distance between us and kissed him.

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

voice

said, my voice stronger now. "But you better not