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.

already... official." Her face was curious, a little suspicious. "Is there something you're not telling

I wanted to make an

announcement?" She blinked, clearly not

have invited a few reporters to the house today. Just a handful. They should be

thought it was time everyone knew I'm back with you. Finally." I let my words settle,

She hesitated, looking up at me with

stepping closer to take her hands in mine. "Look, 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

gave her hand

promised, cameras in hand, notebooks out. They looked eager-hungry,

dove right into it, their

with Sarah quite publicly a year ago, only to be engaged to Ms.

come up. I felt Sarah's

made back then. I was caught up in

her face softening a bit as she looked 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 be

waiting. "Are you saying you're leaving Ms. Susan for Ms.

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, and another took their place, eyes flicking between us. "Ms. Williams, what do you think about all of this? Are

her hand a little squeeze. She took a breath, her voice calm and clear. "I wouldn't be standing here if I didn't believe in the man standing beside me," she said, and I could feel the trust in her tone. "We're both here because we believe in each other, in this

guarantee the public, and Sarah, that this

tighten slightly in mine, and I took a

life. But I can promise you all this: I've made a lot of mistakes. I know that. But I've learned from them. I'm not the same person I was a year ago. I'm standing

a pause, then another reporter asked, "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 pocket, pulling out a simple yet elegant ring I'd chosen, one that represented something new