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

Chapter 61

Sarah's

POV

After the fair, things between Richard and me felt... different. We were still trying to figure out whatever this was, but I wasn't carrying that old weight anymore.

It was like, for the first time, I was actually seeing the side of him I'd always hoped to see. There was no tension, no carefulness, just us being us. And it felt good.

A few days later, he showed up at my door with a grin, holding up a small flier for a cooking class.

"Cooking class?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Since when do you cook?"

He shrugged, feigning casualness, though I could tell he was nervous. "I figured, if I'm going to make it up to you, I should at least learn to make something better than instant ramen."

I couldn't help but laugh. "Alright, Chef Richard. Let's see what you've got."

The cooking class was in this cozy, little kitchen downtown, where a cheerful instructor greeted us with aprons and a kitchen full of ingredients.

The place smelled amazing-garlic, herbs, and fresh bread. I looked over at Richard, who was carefully tying his apron, eyes darting around like he was trying to figure out what exactly he'd signed up for. "Ready?" I teased, nudging him as I grabbed a knife.

He gave me a confident smirk. "I've got this. Just watch."

We started on a simple pasta dish, chopping vegetables and stirring sauces, the instructor giving gentle reminders about not burning the garlic or overcooking the pasta.

But Richard, of course, was determined to go big or go home.

"Here, let me add a little more oil," he said, pouring what seemed like half the bottle into the pan.

"Uh, I think that's enough," I warned, trying not to laugh as he raised an eyebrow, still so sure he was right.

"Trust me," he replied, swirling the oil around like a pro. "I've got this."

the veggies into the pan, they started to sizzle... then pop, then-fwoosh-a small flame shot up, and Richard nearly

he yelped, staring at the flames as if they'd

it for long. "Nice going, Chef Ramsey," I snickered. "Next time, try

shook his head, grinning sheepishly. "Yeah, yeah. I just wanted

him an encouraging pat on the shoulder. "Just a little less oil next time," she said, and

this time. But every so often, I'd catch him sneaking glances at me, and I couldn't help but give him a hard

the end of the class, we somehow managed to plate a decent-looking pasta dish, and

chef?" I asked, swirling a

chuckled, shaking his head. "Alright, fine. Maybe I'm not ready for my own

shoulder. "But you did alright. I mean, I didn't die from food poisoning, so that's a

in a long time. "Good to know I didn't poison you," he replied, his tone playful. "Thanks for trusting me with your life, I

conversation, one that felt natural, like two old friends rather than two people with

little flutter in my chest, a

we walked out of the class, still laughing over his "master chef" attempt, Richard cleared his throat,

asked, scratching the back of his

he even remembered. "Karaoke? Really?

chuckled nervously. "Maybe I need a drink or two first, but... yeah. Why

sure enough, an hour later, we

lights flickered above the stage, and a small crowd was

nudging him toward the stage. "Show

no way. You first. I need

something easy, I sang a little pop tune, laughing as I got the crowd to sing along. When I came back to the

said,

a deep breath, glancing around the room as if he was about to face a firing squad. "Fine," he muttered, standing up. "But don't

laugh, trying to look

through the song list. Then, with a grin that told me he was trying to look cool, he selected a goofy '80s song, something

He was completely out of rhythm, swaying awkwardly, and his voice was... well, let's just say

the crowd was loving it. Halfway through, he even tried a little dance