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

Chapter 70

Richard's

pov.

The house felt different, brighter maybe, even with all the dust and spray paint cans scattered around.

I leaned back, watching Sarah go from corner to corner, eyeing each wall with a level of focus that honestly made me smile. It was like watching her unlock some creative part of herself I hadn't seen in years. "Okay, I think I'll leave you two to the heavy lifting," she said with a small grin, dusting off her hands. "I've got some painting to finish upstairs."

I caught her arm, meeting her eyes. "Don't strain yourself up there. Call if you need anything moved."

She just rolled her eyes. "I'll be fine. You two have got this."

With that, she left us, disappearing up the stairs and leaving me and Martins to face the chaos of unpacked boxes and mismatched furniture in the living room.

Martins gave a low whistle. "She's serious about making this place hers, isn't she?"

I nodded, folding my arms. "Yeah, and... I'm grateful for it." The words slipped out, maybe a little more vulnerable than I intended.

I glanced at Martins, and he raised an eyebrow, smirking. "What? It's true."

"No, no, I get it," he said, still grinning. "Look at you, all grateful and reformed."

herself into making this

pieces of us, of everything I'd let

with his elbow. "She's really giving you another shot,

him. "It's... a lot to take in.

couch. "So, what are you gonna do to make

took a deep breath. "Good question." I paused, then shrugged. "Honestly? I'm just taking it one day at a time. Trying to listen

back of my neck. "Guess that's what happens when you've got

at you two. Moving boxes and picking paint like you're teens just starting out." "Yeah," I said, feeling that warmth in my

clapped me on the back, his expression softening. "Well, here's to the

confidence boost. But honestly, I'm not planning on going back to who

Martins and I tackled the mountain of boxes, I could hear Sarah moving around

carefully rolling paint onto the walls with

knack for getting lost in a project, even if it meant paint splatters

most of the boxes, giving me a knowing look.

admitted, nodding slowly. "Having her here, it just... it makes everything feel like it's in the right place. Like I'm not just living

man," he said, nodding approvingly. "It's good to see you

shoulder. "Well, I couldn't have done it without a few good friends kicking my butt

Sarah's POV

soft blue paint across the wall, watching it dry in even

in ages. Our old bedroom, now painted and filled with a few of my favorite things, felt like

one wall to the next, I found myself lost in the process, imagining how each