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.

but feel a bit mischievous, imagining Richard doing something as silly as acting out

and his face twisted in shock. "You're kidding me," he said, shooting me a look that was part-amused, part-exasperated. "Is this even possible?" "You're up for the challenge," I said with a smirk.

and stepped into the middle of the room,

a second of this. Slowly, Richard raised one hand as if he

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

suddenly started bending his knees and tilting his head as if peering over a ledge. He

slapped his hand on his leg. "A

mouthed, smiling as he kept his act going. He ducked down, peeking around an imaginary corner, then froze, as

trying to piece it together, until something clicked. "Oh! Are you a... secret

for me to keep going. "Trying

sigh of relief. "Thank you!" He slumped onto the couch, wiping pretend sweat off his

even Richard had to join in. Seeing him relaxed and comfortable, part of this silly game, was

a new piece of him, one I hadn't seen before-a Richard who was playful, who could laugh at himself, who wasn't just the serious and cold man I'd

was my turn, I drew a card that read rockstar, 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

forward with a smile that felt warmer

enough," I replied, sitting back down. My heart was racing from the ridiculous performance, but

laughter, teasing, and friendly competition. By the time we wrapped up, I

left, Richard stayed behind, hands in his

little sheepishly. "I can't remember

teased, leaning against the doorframe. "Who knew Mr. Serious could actually be a lot of