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

Chapter 66

Richard's

POV

I'd never been one to feel nervous, not like this. Standing by the window in my apartment, I stared out at the snowy street below, hands tucked deep into my pockets.

The apartment was calm, quiet, but inside, my mind was a whirlwind. Today felt different.

This wasn't just another step forward; this was everything.

For weeks, Sarah and I had been figuring each other out again. We'd laughed, stumbled through awkward moments, and come out closer each time.

I'd seen her smile like she hadn't in years and felt myself growing, too. In the quiet moments, when she'd look at me like she trusted me again, I felt something shift inside, something I wanted to hold on to. And now, I wanted to take that final step-to ask her, to be sure she was in this with me for good.

I'd spent the entire morning pacing, rehearsing what I wanted to say, how I'd bring it up.

I even called Martins, my best friend, for advice. He'd just laughed and said, "Man, just be real. You love her, right? Then show her that." Easy to say, harder to do. But it was good advice.

I looked over at the small table set up near the fireplace. Nothing fancy-just two plates, some candles, and a bottle of red wine.

I wanted tonight to feel like us. Real, simple. No grand gestures, just a quiet, honest proposal.

A light knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. I took a breath, forcing myself to stay calm, and went to open it.

There she was, Sarah, wrapped in her coat, her cheeks pink from the cold, and a small smile tugging at her lips.

she said, stepping in. "It's

hanging it up. "Glad you made it through the

here. Tonight was important, and I wanted

around the room, taking in the table and the candles.

said, hoping I didn't sound as nervous as I felt. "Something simple.

we settled in, talking, eating, and laughing about the snow and all the little things

couch, where the fire crackled softly, casting a warm glow over

for her hand, feeling the warmth of

it, or I might

I started, my voice quiet but steady. She looked up,

might be... sudden. But it's something I've been thinking about, something I feel

nervous. "Go on," she

fresh, really build something new together. Not just here, but back in the States. I want to be with you-truly

pounding. "Sarah, I'm asking you to come with me, to go back together as

eyes widened slightly, and I saw the

say something, but I kept going, feeling like if I stopped, I'd

I've made mistakes. I know I hurt you, and I can't erase that. But I've learned,

I love you, Sarah. And if you're willing... I'd

a moment, silence filled the room, broken only by the gentle

soft and searching. Her hand tightened around mine, and I could feel emotions in that

started, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I never thought I'd hear you

I wanted to feel this-to feel like we were on the same page, like you

hard. I knew I hadn't always shown her how much she meant to me and hadn't been the