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

Chapter 59

Sarah's

POV

The air between us still felt charged as Richard and I said goodnight that evening. I had pecked him on the cheeks.

Thinking about it made my cheeks turn red, It was as if we were high school crushes. But the next day, I knew I had to keep things light-too much, too soon would be overwhelming. So, I texted Zoe and a couple of other friends about a game night. As soon as the idea popped into my head, it felt perfect. I could already imagine Richard's reaction. The late afternoon rolled around, and I set out snacks and grabbed a stack of board games and cards, feeling a strange excitement to see how he'd handle the night. When he knocked on the door, I opened it to find him standing there, looking a little out of his element.

"Game night?" he asked, glancing inside with a slightly raised eyebrow.

"Game night!" I replied, waving him in.

"Wait... what kind of games?"

"Not the Monopoly type, if that's what you're worried about," I teased, closing the door behind him. "More like charades and maybe some Pictionary."

He let out a relieved sigh, giving me a grin. "Good, because I still haven't recovered from the last time I played Monopoly. I think I'm banned from then house."

Just then, Zoe and Matt walked in, bringing laughter with them. After the introductions, we settled on the couches, starting off with a safe choice-charades.

doing something as

shooting me a look that was part-amused, part-exasperated.

stepped into the middle of the room, taking a deep

forward, not wanting to miss a second of this. Slowly, Richard raised one hand

shook his head, giving us a look that clearly said, *Really?* He hunched

peering over a ledge. He paused, then jumped

his leg. "A spy on a

as he kept his act going. He ducked down, peeking around an imaginary corner, then froze, as if caught by a spotlight. "A... a spy in

squinted, trying to piece it together, until something clicked. "Oh!

keep going.

He slumped onto the couch,

join in. Seeing

piece of him, one I hadn't seen before-a Richard who was playful, who could laugh at

and I figured I'd go all in. Without hesitation, I grabbed a hairbrush from the coffee table, using it as a makeshift microphone, and belted out a few notes-intentionally out of tune. I closed my eyes and gave it my best "rockstar face," fully leaning into the role. When I opened my eyes, Richard

with a smile that felt warmer than I

sitting back down. My heart was racing from the ridiculous performance, but I could

and friendly competition. By the time we wrapped up, I felt like I'd spent the evening with a different version of Richard, a more

Zoe and Matt left, Richard stayed behind, hands in his pockets as he stood by

a little sheepishly. "I can't remember the last time I laughed like

a little push," I teased, leaning against the