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.

bit mischievous, imagining Richard doing something as silly

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. "Or are you

narrowed his eyes playfully and stepped into the middle of the room, taking

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

clearly said, *Really?*

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

hand on his leg.

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

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

excitedly, motioning for me to keep going.

slumped onto the couch, wiping pretend sweat off

Richard had to join in. Seeing him relaxed and

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

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.

forward with a smile that felt

the ridiculous performance, but I could feel a lightness between

night continued, filled with rounds of laughter, teasing, 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 open, joyful

hands in his pockets as

was... surprisingly fun," he admitted, a little sheepishly. "I can't remember the last

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