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.

something as silly as acting out "dancing giraffe" or

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

eyes playfully and stepped into the middle of the

miss a second of this. Slowly, Richard raised one hand as if he were conducting an invisible orchestra, looking around dramatically. "An orchestra!" Zoe

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

bending his knees and tilting his head as if peering over a ledge. He paused, then jumped back in fake terror,

his hand on his leg. "A spy on a

He ducked down, peeking around an imaginary corner, then froze, as if caught by a spotlight. "A... a spy in trouble?"

squinted, trying to piece it together, until something clicked. "Oh! Are you a... secret agent escaping from a laser

for me to keep going. "Trying

"Thank you!" He slumped onto the couch, wiping pretend sweat off his brow. "That

out laughing, and even Richard had to join in. Seeing him relaxed and comfortable, part

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

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 was grinning, clapping along with

with a smile that

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

rounds of laughter, teasing, and friendly competition. By the time we wrapped up, I felt like I'd spent the evening with

Zoe and Matt left, Richard stayed behind, hands in his pockets

"I can't remember the last time

you just needed a little push," I teased, leaning against the doorframe. "Who knew Mr. Serious could actually be