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

Chapter 58

Richard's POV

The moment Sarah walked through my door, I knew it was the right decision to ask her for a "do-over" date.

Seeing her again had stirred something up in me-something I'd tried hard to push down, to bury beneath work and excuses.

But now, she was here, and for some reason, the idea of going on a real date seemed right.

"So, a do-over date?" Sarah asked, raising an eyebrow as she leaned against the doorframe. Her expression was skeptical, but her lips were tugging at the corners, ready to smile. "Yeah," I said, trying not to sound as nervous as I felt. "You know, a fresh start. Nothing serious, no talk about... the past, just us. For once."

She tilted her head, studying me, then sighed and shrugged. "Alright, fine. Where are we going?"

I hadn't actually planned this part, so I scrambled for something. "Uh... I thought we'd start with a little walk. Tourist spots, maybe?"

She laughed, and I felt a bit foolish but grinned anyway.

"A walk?" she teased, crossing her arms. "That's your big date idea?"

"Come on, I'm just warming up," I shot back, trying to keep it light. "I can still surprise you, you know."

And with that, she let me lead her out.

The first stop was a street fair that had taken over one of the squares in the city. Stalls lined the sidewalks, with all kinds of art, knick-knacks, and foods that filled the air with spice and sweetness. Sarah's face lit up when we reached a cotton candy vendor, and I couldn't resist buying her a huge pink cloud of it. She held it up with a mix of amusement and awe, like it was something magical.

"I haven't had this in ages," she said, peeling off a piece and popping it in her mouth.

"See? Starting off strong," I joked, nudging her playfully.

but I caught the smile before she could hide it. "Alright, alright, I'll give you that

the fair, talking about nothing and everything. The more we walked, the more I realized how much I'd missed this-her laugh,

eyes, I felt that same knot in my

one of those tucked-away places filled with

she whispered, pointing to a piece that looked like it was nothing but smudges and streaks. "What do

sense of it.

burst out laughing, covering her mouth

would you say it is?" I

at it too, and after a pause, said, "A potato that's having an

else mattered. Eventually, we found ourselves near the river, walking along the water's edge as the sun started to dip lower in the sky. The

felt something shift inside of me, like I was seeing her

her. "Sometimes you just have to

and suddenly I felt like a teenager caught doing something

said, clearing my throat. "What's your favorite thing to

a moment. "Honestly? I just like walking around. No agenda,

as the wandering type,"

at her feet as she kicked a small pebble

a pang in my chest. I wanted to

though I

couldn't help but wonder

of those tiny, dimly lit places with mismatched chairs and walls covered in old photos. We sat by the window, and I ordered us two coffees. "So," I said after the waiter left, "what was the worst date you've ever been

as if weighing her answer. "Hmm... there was this one guy who took me to a restaurant

raised an eyebrow.

thing. He kept saying how 'innovative' it was, even though

as she told the

asked, her eyebrow arching