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."

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

of everything I'd let slip, were slowly finding their

with his elbow. "She's really giving you another shot, isn't

to myself than to him. "It's... a lot to take in. I didn't think

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

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

laughed a little, rubbing the back of my neck. "Guess that's what happens when you've got everything to lose. Makes you

picking paint like you're teens just

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

my eyes. "Thanks for the confidence boost. But honestly, I'm not planning

Martins and I tackled the mountain of boxes, I could hear Sarah moving around upstairs, humming softly as she

carefully rolling paint

even if it meant paint

the boxes, giving me a knowing look. "So,

slowly. "Having her here, it just... it makes everything feel like it's in

nodding approvingly. "It's good

grinned at that, clapping him on the shoulder. "Well, I couldn't have

Sarah's POV

layer of soft blue paint across

a few of my favorite things, felt like mine again. Slowly, I was filling the space with pieces of who I was now,

next, I found myself lost in the process,

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