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?"

don't pretend, Sarah. We both know Richard will get tired of this little charade soon

been a matter of time until Richard saw the real you. Lucky for both of

a phase for him, Sarah," she said coldly. "A distraction from the kind of life

what Richard deserves? Because if I remember right, he's the

isn't for everyone. You think you'll fit in?" She gestured around the room, scoffing at the decorations I'd been setting up. "It's almost tragic, really." I folded my arms, leaning against the wall

more by the second. "Don't push me, Sarah. You have no

through worse than someone throwing insults and half-hearted threats. And

words, Sarah," she hissed.

one in the way. But I'm sure you'll find someone else who appreciates your... particular

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

and Susan?" I called after her, my tone light. She turned, giving me

before stomping away, her heels clicking

out a deep breath. As the adrenaline began to fade, I realized I'd

was something liberating about standing up

the room, raising an eyebrow as he took in my expression. "Was

neutral but failing to hide a smirk. "Yep.

you

shrugged, smiling. "Nothing I

me, a grin breaking through his

at one point." I laughed, feeling the tension melt away