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

Chapter 74

Sarah's Pov

The morning sunlight peeked through the curtains, soft and warm. I could feel it on my face before I even opened my eyes, and for a second, I just stayed there, wrapped up in that gentle warmth. Richard's arm was around me, and he was breathing slowly and steadily beside me. He looked so peaceful, and I almost didn't want to wake him. But as usual, my mind started drifting.

What would our life be like, years from now? Would it still feel this calm, this... simple? I turned over, my nose almost touching his.

He stirred a little, one eye cracking open as if he could feel me staring.

"You're awake already?" he mumbled, his voice rough from sleep.

"Barely," I teased, brushing a bit of hair off his forehead. "Maybe I just like staring at you while you sleep."

He gave a half-grin, eyes still closed. "A bit creepy, don't you think?"

I nudged his shoulder. "You like it."

"Maybe." He rolled onto his back, stretching his arms over his head. "So, what's the plan today? Or are we just gonna lie here all day?"

As tempting as that sounded, I had another idea. "How about a picnic?" I said, propping myself up on my elbow. "You know, fresh air, some sandwiches, maybe a little wine. You and me, away from everything." Richard opened his eyes fully, looking at me like he was trying to decide if I was serious. "A picnic, huh? Haven't done that in ages."

He sat up, rubbing his neck. "Alright, but only if you let me make the sandwiches. Your version of a sandwich is just... sad."

"Oh, really?" I scoffed, pretending to be offended. "My sandwiches are masterpieces, thank you very much."

"Masterpieces of chaos," he muttered, chuckling. He threw off the blankets and got out of bed, stretching again before heading for the kitchen.

"Let's see what we've got, and maybe you'll learn a thing or two about real sandwich-making."

I followed him to the kitchen, leaning against the counter while he rummaged through the fridge. He pulled out some lettuce, ham, and cheese, arranging everything with way too much care.

the bread and toppings like he was creating some five-star dish. "You're really committed to

wink, adding the final slice

laughing. "Alright, Mr. Chef. Let's pack up and go before

we grabbed a blanket and headed out to the

cool against the warmth of the sun. We found a spot under a big tree, a little shaded but

the blanket, settling down and leaning back against the tree while

had to admit, it was...

to give it to you. This is

toasting to himself. "Thank you, thank you. I'll be

It was one of those perfect moments where everything just felt right like nothing could ruin this little slice of happiness we'd carved out for ourselves. We talked about random things as we ate - the weather, the funny couple nearby who kept taking awkward selfies, what our lives might look like

kept teasing me about our "future mansion," claiming it would have an entire room just for

many," I said, rolling my

raising an eyebrow. "But give it a few years. Once you're officially Mrs. Sarah...?" He trailed off, leaving the last

say?" I asked, trying to sound casual, even though

to keep me guessing. "Maybe. Has a nice ring to it, don't

pretended to be more focused on my

Richards... I've once bore that name and

my tone light. "But that's a lot of

I couldn't help but join in. We finished our sandwiches, and he reached into the basket,

he said, looking more pleased with

box and opened it to find a delicate bracelet inside. It was simple but beautiful - a

charm, feeling its smooth

watching my reaction closely. "Just

whispered, feeling a little choked up.

a warmth spread through me that had nothing to do with the sun. "Look at you," he teased, nudging

too much. "I just... I really like

a while, not saying much, just enjoying

moments where everything felt like it was falling into place, like maybe this was how life was supposed