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

Chapter 71

Richard's pov.

Trust Sarah to continue the restoration the next day, and I kinda feel bad, Susan really went all out turning the place into a showroom.

I watched as Sarah fiddled with the arrangement on the mantel, adjusting and readjusting the same candle as if the world depended on its exact placement.

"Are you decorating or trying to hypnotize it?" I asked, grinning as she shot me a look.

"Oh, please," she retorted. "Someone has to make this place look decent." She flashed me a smirk, daring me to say more.

"Decent? You wound me," I said, clutching a hand to my chest, mock-offended. She let out a laugh, and I couldn't help but join in.

We had fallen into this easy rhythm, something that felt as new as it was familiar. The little teasing moments reminded me of the better days, but there was also something fresh here-like a spark reignited.

As she turned her attention back to the living room, I could feel my heart pounding with the plan I'd set in motion for today.

This was a big step, and I hadn't exactly told her yet. But I figured, if I was going to make things right, I had to go all in, and I wanted her to know just how much she mattered to me.

"So, what do you say?" I started, keeping my tone casual.

"What do I say to what?" She arched an eyebrow, still adjusting the vase on the table.

"To us making things... official," I said, letting the words hang between us.

a little suspicious. "Is there something you're not

"Actually, yes. I wanted to make

blinked, clearly

feeling a bit of that old nervousness creeping in. "I might have invited a few reporters to the house today. Just a handful. They should be arriving any minute." Sarah froze, her hand still hovering over the vase. "You're...

it was time everyone knew I'm back with you. Finally." I let my words settle, watching her expression flicker through surprise, a touch

She hesitated, looking up at me with a mixture of emotions.

I've done a lot of foolish things. This is my way of making things right, of being transparent. I want the world to know I'm yours, and I'm not afraid to say it." Before she could respond, the doorbell rang. She let out a soft laugh, shaking her head, maybe at the suddenness of it all, but there was a

and I gave her

promised, cameras in hand, notebooks out.

introductions, they dove right into it, their curiosity

your engagement with Sarah quite publicly a year ago, only to be engaged to Ms. Susan shortly

question to come up. I felt Sarah's hand tense in mine, and I gave her

slowly, meeting the reporter's eyes, "is that I've realized what a mistake I made back then. I was caught up in the wrong things, and I took for granted the one

back at me. "Being with Susan wasn't right. It took me some time, but I realized that Sarah was the one I wanted to

just started talking without waiting. "Are you saying you're leaving Ms. Susan for Ms. Williams,

keeping my voice firm. "Yes. I made the choice to end things with Susan because my heart wasn't in it. Sarah is the one I want to be with. I should have known it sooner, but I'm here to make things right now." The reporter nodded, jotting something down,

took a breath, her voice calm and clear. "I wouldn't be standing here if I didn't believe in

you guarantee the public, and Sarah, that this won't end the same way as last

I felt Sarah's hand tighten slightly in mine, and I

lot of mistakes. I know that. But I've learned from them. I'm not the same person

asked, "Is

home, and I smiled, feeling a renewed sense of certainty. "Yes, it is. I am here to tell everyone that I am re-engaging Sarah. We plan to start fresh, and I intend to spend my life making up for the mistakes I've made." As the reporters scribbled furiously, I reached into my