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 silly as

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

eyes playfully and stepped into the

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

his head, giving us a look that clearly

he suddenly started bending his knees and tilting his head as if peering

slapped his hand on his leg.

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

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

keep going. "Trying

the couch, wiping pretend sweat off his brow. "That was way harder than it

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

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

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

guessed, leaning forward with a

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

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,

stayed behind, hands in his pockets as

a little sheepishly. "I

push," I teased, leaning against the doorframe. "Who