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

Chapter 73

RICHARD POV.

I pulled her close, letting her rest her head on my shoulder. "I'm not letting her ruin what we have," I said firmly.

Sarah lifted her head, her eyes meeting mine. "Neither am I. We've been through too much to let her-or anyone-come between us."

I kissed her forehead gently. "Exactly. This is our life now, and no one gets to dictate how we live it."

She smiled, her eyes shining with warmth. "I like the sound of that."

"Well," she said, breaking the silence and tapping her fingers on the side of her leg, "I think this calls for a drink, don't you?"

I laughed, nodding in agreement. "Perfect idea."

We made our way into the kitchen, and I pulled out a bottle of champagne that I'd kept stashed away for a special moment.

This felt like just the right time. I poured us each a glass, and as I handed hers over, I could see the sparkle in her eyes that reminded me of why I'd fallen for her in the first place.

"To new beginnings," I said, raising my glass.

She raised hers too, clinking it lightly against mine. "To not letting anyone get in our way."

We took a sip, and she leaned back against the counter, looking more at ease than I'd seen her in a long time.

I don't think anyone could get between us now." I put an arm around her shoulder, pulling her in. "Not even Susan, in all her

"She'll probably be back with some new plan, thinking she can throw us off. But honestly,

what I like to hear." I lifted my glass again, but this time I held it out

glass with a grin, and we both drank to that. But as I watched her, I

about shaking off the past-it was about building a future with her, one that

wanted us to start

and reaching for her hand. "There's something I want you

looked up at me, her expression shifting to something

more doubts. I don't want anything else but you, here, now,

face, and I could see that my words had touched her. She didn't say anything at first, just wrapped

her

like this that reminded me why I was willing to fight for

Richard," she whispered against

enough to look into her eyes. "You have no idea how

with

the kitchen, wrapped in the comfort of each other, until the shrill

sigh, I reached for it on the counter, already

asked, a knowing

tinged with frustration. "I'll just be

on the

closing the door behind me as I answered the call. It was the usual business-related issue, something about a

I returned to the kitchen, she was seated at the island, her fingers tapping absently on her glass. She looked up as I entered, offering

"Everything okay?" she asked.