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."

feeling the old memories starting to fade and

maybe that was the point. Maybe it was time to stop holding onto what used to

around, a small grin breaking through, "where

an eyebrow, a teasing glint in his eyes.

and the sound felt lighter than I'd expected. "Alright, don't be surprised if you end up with pink walls and a

of horror made me laugh again, and I felt alive. It felt good, this playful banter, the easy connection that had been missing

excitement as I imagined transforming this space-not to erase the past, but

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

even a little bit," he agreed, and I could see him relaxing too.

thoughtfully, throwing him a mischievous look. "We need something

considering. "Green? Like forest

"Maybe. Or something earthy, you

that used to make my heart skip a beat. "Sounds

room to room, I realized how much I was looking forward to

the things Susan had put up that just didn't fit-like an

it's a

snorted, shaking my head. "The only statement it makes

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

small but growing belief that we could really,

carefully curated artwork, replacing it with a framed photo of the two of us from one of our trips to the coast. "I missed this, you know,"

There was something vulnerable in

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

warm blush crept up my cheeks, and I looked away, pretending to adjust the photo on the wall.

one little piece at a time. It was amazing how even the smallest changes could make a difference-a

became a little more ours, a little less a shadow of