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

Chapter 75

Richard's pov. The guy with the camera? Probably nothing. Or at least that's what I kept telling Sarah, and myself too, to be honest.

Maybe the guy with the camera was just some paparazzi, bored and out for a scoop, or maybe just a regular guy who thought he'd seen someone he knew. Sarah seemed rattled, though, and I couldn't stand seeing her like that. What bothered me most wasn't the guy himself but Sarah's reaction. She hadn't said much, but I could see the worry in her eyes, the way her shoulders tensed every time we passed someone on the street.

I hated seeing her like that - on edge, nervous. So I tried to shake it off. Whoever the guy was, he was gone now, probably just some nosy photographer or someone who thought they'd seen a celebrity. Yeah, that was it. Simple. After all, I just announced my re-engagement to Sarah, so it was normal for the paparazzi to want to take pictures.

As we got back to the apartment, Sarah went to put her things down, and I could see she was still a bit rattled.

I leaned against the counter, trying to come up with something, anything, to distract her. Then, a thought hit me. Something silly, something out of our usual routine.

"Hey," I said, grinning. "How about we go out tonight?"

She looked up, her eyebrows raised. "Out? Like, out-out?"

"Yep," I said, nodding like it was the best idea I'd ever had. "I'm talking full-on night out. You, me, and... comedy."

"Comedy?" she repeated, smiling a little, though she looked confused. "Where's this coming from?"

"Well, you seemed... tense," I said, keeping it casual. "Thought we could use some laughs."

She hesitated, like she was weighing her options, then shrugged. "Alright. Comedy club it is."

I felt a sense of relief wash over me. "Perfect. We'll leave in an hour."

the time we got to the club, it was dark out, and the place was packed. It was a cozy little

cramped tables, and the faint

I could see the look on Sarah's face as she took it all in. She was smiling, and for the first time since the park, she seemed to have forgotten about the weird guy

stage was pretty good, cracking jokes about everything

and every time she laughed, it was like

into a bit about couples, poking fun at all the little things people do when they're comfortable around each other. I leaned over to her, smirking. "That's us," I whispered. "You know, minus

who insists on checking every single expiration date

"And anyway, you're the one who needs three taste tests to decide if you like

we were the only two

going to let that ruin things. We were here to laugh, to have

her face glowing in the dim light as she laughed at the

my thoughts. I pulled it out, thinking it was probably just a message from work or something, but when I saw the

I glanced at Sarah, who

I stared at the message, trying to make

would send something

the room, trying to see if anyone was watching us. But no one seemed to

like a threat. I didn't want Sarah to see it, not yet. I needed to

said, turning to me. She had that look again, like she

shoved the phone back into

asked, eyes narrowing slightly. "You're looking

I'm fine. Just... tired, I guess. It's been a long

let it go. "Well, good thing we're here, huh? Time

I said, still feeling the weight of the message on me. "Time