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."

Seeing her throw herself into making this place her own again made something warm and steady settle in

was like the pieces of us, of everything I'd let slip,

his elbow. "She's really

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

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

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

that's what happens when you've

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

back, his expression softening. "Well, here's to

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

mountain of boxes, I could hear Sarah moving around upstairs, humming softly as she

rolling paint onto the walls with that determined

project, even if it meant paint splatters

the boxes, giving me a knowing look. "So, you finally feel like home

it's in the

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

that, clapping him on the shoulder. "Well, I couldn't have done it without a few good friends kicking my

Sarah's POV

blue paint across the

bedroom, now painted and filled with a few of my favorite things, felt like mine again. Slowly, I was filling the space with pieces of who I was now, not

the next, I found myself lost in the process,

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