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?"

"Oh, don't pretend, Sarah. We both know Richard will get tired of this

I met her eyes. "It's only been a matter of time until Richard saw the real you. Lucky for both of us, he already

Sarah," she said coldly. "A distraction from the

out a low laugh. "And who decided what Richard deserves? Because if I remember right, he's the one who

her mask of sophistication cracking. "Oh, Sarah, you're so naive. This life 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 and giving her a casual smile. "What's tragic is thinking money and

her cheeks deepened, her mask slipping more by the second. "Don't

been through worse than someone throwing insults and half-hearted threats. And let's be

took a step back, narrowing her eyes. "Mark my words, Sarah," she hissed. "You'll regret ever thinking

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

watching her, until finally, she let out an exasperated sigh and turned on her heel. I followed her to the door, opening it and waiting as she stormed out, her pride

She turned, giving me one last glare. "Next

withering look before stomping away, her heels clicking angrily

with a calm, satisfying click and let out a deep breath. As the adrenaline began to fade, I realized

about standing up

into the room, raising an eyebrow

but failing to hide a

"Are you okay?

smiling. "Nothing I

through his worry.

one point." I laughed, feeling the