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

Chapter 68

Sarah pov.

We finally got home. As I stepped into the house, a strange mix of familiarity and unfamiliarity washed over me.

It was our old home-well, technically, Richard's home now. But every inch of it used to be ours, every corner filled with memories I'd tried so hard to pack away. Now, though, something felt off, like stepping back into a room where everything looked the same but nothing felt right.

I looked around, trying to pinpoint the changes. The walls were a different color-cool gray instead of the warm, sandy beige I had picked out together.

The furniture was sleeker, more modern, and arranged in a way that made the space feel more like a showroom than a home.

Small touches, too-abstract art on the walls where our wedding pictures used to hang, my flower pot, gone.

It was Susan's touch. I could tell. It was tasteful, sure, maybe even elegant, but it felt empty, devoid of any sense of belonging.

A pang hit me, unexpected and sharp. I hadn't anticipated feeling so... displaced.

I must've been standing there, staring, because Richard stepped in behind me, his voice soft. "You okay?"

I forced a smile, turning toward him. "Yeah. It's just... different."

He nodded, looking around like he was seeing it through my eyes. "It didn't feel right, honestly. I was meaning to change some things, but... I guess I didn't know where to start."

I glanced back at the walls, at the empty spots that used to hold the photos of our early days, of the vacations we'd taken, birthdays that had once filled this space and made it feel homely. Now, the walls were empty of us. I swallowed hard, determined not to let the past creep in and take over.

"Well," I said, trying to keep my voice light, "it seems like a good chance to start fresh, right?"

Richard's face softened as he nodded, his hand brushing my arm gently. "Yeah. You're right."

old memories starting

wasn't the same, but maybe that was the point. Maybe it was time to stop holding onto what

around, a small

raised an eyebrow, a teasing glint in his eyes.

be surprised if you end up with pink walls and

look of horror made me laugh again, and I felt alive. It felt good,

a small spark of excitement as I imagined transforming this space-not to erase

I said, crossing my arms as I surveyed the room with new eyes. "First

could see him relaxing too. "So what's

a mischievous look. "We need something warmer. How about... a

wrinkled his nose, considering. "Green? Like

"Maybe. Or something earthy, you know?

to make my

realized how much I was looking forward to making this place feel

laughed about the things Susan had put up that just didn't fit-like an enormous, ornate mirror in the hallway. "Was she expecting

it's a

statement it makes is

a moment, we were just us again, like none of the

hope, a small but growing belief

watching me as I took down some of Susan's stiff, carefully curated artwork, replacing it with a framed photo of the two of us from one of our trips

meeting his gaze. There was something vulnerable in his

but it was tinged with something deeper. "This... us, I guess. You make this place feel like

cheeks, and I looked away, pretending to adjust the photo on the wall. "Well,"

a time. It was amazing how even the smallest changes could make

a little