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

Chapter 70

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."

into making this place her own again made something warm

of everything I'd let slip,

me with his elbow. "She's really giving you

she is," I murmured, more to myself than to him. "It's... a lot to take in. I

are you gonna do

a time. Trying to listen more, not just assume I know everything." Martins gave me a thoughtful look. "You really sound different, you know

"Guess that's what happens when you've got everything to lose. Makes you rethink how

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

"Well, here's to the new start then. Just don't screw it up,

for the confidence boost. But honestly, I'm not planning on

of boxes, I could

up on her tiptoes, carefully rolling paint onto the walls with that determined look on her

a project, even if it meant paint splatters on

wasn't long before Martins had shifted most of the boxes, giving

it makes everything feel like it's in the right place. Like I'm not just living in some

he said, nodding approvingly.

"Well, I couldn't have done it without a few

Sarah's POV

blue paint across the wall, watching it dry in even

few

next, I found myself lost in

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