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

Chapter 72

Sarah's POV.

It was early afternoon the next day when the doorbell rang. I was in the kitchen, my hands deep in a bowl of flour and water, trying to figure out Richard's mother's famous bread recipe.

Cooking wasn't exactly my strong suit, but for some reason, trying to get the house to feel like home again made me want to give it a try.

I wiped my hands on a towel and headed to the door, assuming it was one of the decorators or a package delivery. But as soon as I opened it, I felt the air go stale.

There stood Susan, looking immaculate and icy in a perfectly tailored coat and heels that must have cost more than an airplane.

She didn't wait for an invitation; she swept past me, heels clicking against the floor, bringing with her an attitude I hadn't missed.

"Well, isn't this cozy," she said, glancing around the house with a smirk. "A bit... rustic, though, don't you think?"

I raised an eyebrow, closing the door slowly behind her. "Susan," I said, giving her a steady look, "to what do I owe this... surprise visit?"

She tilted her head, her gaze hard and assessing. "I thought I'd see for myself what you were up to, Sarah. After all, you've made quite the scandal, haven't you? First the divorce, then the public re-engagement," she sniffed. "It must be exhausting trying to keep up."

I held back a laugh. "Actually, it's been pretty relaxing. You know, focusing on my own life and not worrying about other people's business." I walked around her casually, refusing to let her see me sweat. "Can I get you a coffee before you run back to yours?"

face tightened, and she took a step closer, her voice dropping to a low, mocking tone. "Oh, don't pretend, Sarah. We both know Richard will get tired of this little charade

only been a matter of time until Richard saw the real you. Lucky for both of us, he already did." Susan's smirk faltered for a split second, but she quickly recovered, tossing her hair back

just a phase for him, Sarah," she said coldly. "A

low laugh. "And who decided what Richard deserves? Because if I remember right, he's the one who asked me to come

the room, scoffing at the decorations I'd been setting up. "It's almost tragic, really." I folded my arms, leaning against

slipping more by the second. "Don't push me, Sarah.

through worse than someone throwing insults and

a step back, narrowing her eyes. "Mark my words, Sarah," she hissed.

raised an eyebrow. "Come between us? I was here before you, Susan. And it looks like I'll be here after you too. So really, you were the one in the way. But I'm sure you'll find someone else who appreciates your... particular charms." There was a flicker of uncertainty in her gaze. "Richard

and turned on her heel. I followed her to the door, opening

light. She turned, giving me one last

stomping away, her heels clicking

a deep breath. As the adrenaline began

liberating about standing up

walked into the room, raising an eyebrow as he took in my expression.

failing to hide a

concerned. "Are you okay?

shrugged, smiling. "Nothing I couldn't

breaking through his

one point." I laughed, feeling