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."

pan, they started to sizzle...

he yelped, staring at the flames as if

my mouth to hold back a laugh, but I couldn't hide it for long. "Nice going, Chef Ramsey," I snickered. "Next time, try

"Yeah, yeah. I just wanted to make it...

on the shoulder. "Just a little

through the recipe, and he stuck closer to the instructions this time. But every so often, I'd catch

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

thoughts on your debut as a chef?" I

"Alright, fine. Maybe I'm

did alright. I mean, I didn't die from food

had in a long time. "Good to know I didn't poison

into a relaxed conversation, one that felt natural, like two old friends rather than two

meet mine, and I'd feel a little flutter in my chest, a quiet thrill that maybe, just maybe,

laughing over his "master chef"

asked, scratching the back of his neck. "You mentioned it once,

even remembered.

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

sure enough, an hour later, we were at a karaoke bar, a

the stage, and a small crowd was

I teased, nudging him toward the stage. "Show me what you've

no way. You first. I need to see

the mic and flipping through the song list. Settling on something easy, I sang a little pop tune, laughing as I got the crowd to sing along. When I came back to the table, he

turn," I said,

glancing around the room as if he was about to face a

stifled a laugh, trying to look serious. "I'll

stage, flipping through the song list. Then, with a grin that told me he was trying

I lost it. He was completely out of rhythm, swaying awkwardly, and his

the crowd was loving it. Halfway through,