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

Chapter 69

Sarah's

pov

As I moved things around the living room, deciding which wall our old, oversized clock should go on, I noticed Richard watching me.

He had this gentle smile that made me feel like I wasn't just rearranging furniture-I was bringing a bit of warmth and color back into our lives. "Do you think the clock should go above the bookshelf?" I asked, stepping back to get a better view.

He shrugged, that playful look in his eyes again. "I think you'll know what feels right, Sarah. It's your touch that's making this place feel alive."

I chuckled. "Wow, you've become so agreeable. I don't remember you being this flexible with decor before."

He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Maybe I wasn't ready to see the place in a new way then. But now? Now, it's different."

His words warmed my heart. It felt good to feel like I belonged here again, like he genuinely wanted me to make this house ours.

As I adjusted a picture frame-one of us from the hike in Madrid -Richard moved behind me, his arms wrapped around my waist. I felt this little spark, the kind that reminded me how well we fit. "You know," he started softly, "seeing you here again, bringing your touch to everything... it feels right."

My throat tightened with a mix of nostalgia and gratitude. "It does feel like home again, doesn't it?"

He nodded, and for a moment, we stood there staring at the walls, then we went to bed and the rest of history.

***

discussed a lot. Trust her

mom, it had been a while we've spoken

I promised to come see her soon. Emma. She sounded off, giving the 'dont say I didn't warn

for me, I knew she was only looking out for me but I didn't want any more

to her that Richard and I were gonna make it

tackle next. I wiped my hands on my shirt and opened the door to see Martins, Richard's best friend, standing there with a small plant in his hand. "For

"Well, I've always wanted to add more green around here. Come

around, his expression one of approval as he took in the

"Different is exactly what this

moved to the living room, and Martins sat on the couch, looking around thoughtfully. After a moment, he cleared his throat,

he started, sounding serious, "I wanted to come by

what?" I asked,

the divorce papers and submitting the papers Richard

the one consoling

it, Martins. You were just being a professional. And it was a rough time for all

than I

then I realized I already got my revenge by redecorating this place in cheerful colors." Martins laughed, throwing his head back. "Alright, you win. But I'll have you know,

noticed," I said, smiling. "I

the kind where everything falls into place naturally. Just then, Richard walked back in from grabbing a drink. "Martins," he greeted, surprised to see him still

way, Richard, I've already apologized, so

a hint of surprise on his