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."

shaking my head. But he wasn't wrong. Seeing her throw herself into making this place her own again made something warm and

everything I'd

with his elbow. "She's really

more to myself than to him. "It's... a lot

"So, what are you gonna do to make sure you don't blow it this

breath. "Good question." I paused, then shrugged. "Honestly? I'm just taking it one day at a time. Trying to listen more, not just assume

of my neck. "Guess that's what happens when you've got everything to lose. Makes

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

expression softening. "Well, here's to the new start

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

I could hear Sarah moving around upstairs, humming

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

if it meant paint splatters on her clothes and a streak or

long before Martins had shifted most of the boxes, giving me a

everything feel like it's in the right place. Like I'm not

said, nodding approvingly. "It's

the shoulder. "Well, I couldn't have done it

Sarah's POV

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

bedroom, now painted and filled with a few of my favorite things, felt

the next, I found myself lost in the process, imagining how each room could feel more

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