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 place was packed. It was a cozy

lighting, cramped tables, and the faint smell of popcorn and spilled drinks.

and I could see the look on Sarah's face as she took it all in. She was smiling, and for

fell into a rhythm. The comedian on stage was pretty good, cracking jokes about

and every time she laughed, it was like a little weight lifted off my

they're comfortable around each other. I leaned over to her, smirking. "That's us," I whispered. "You

eyes. "You're the one who insists on checking every single expiration

the one who

soft laugh, and for a moment, it felt like we were the only two people in

let that ruin things. We were here to laugh,

looked beautiful, her face glowing in the dim light as she laughed at the

just a message from work or something, but when I saw

words hit me like a punch to the gut. I glanced at Sarah, who was still focused on the stage, her laughter filling the

didn't know what to do. I stared at the message, trying to make sense of

send something like

to see if anyone was watching us. But no one seemed to be paying

between us, like a threat. I didn't want Sarah

Sarah said, turning to me. She had that look

into my pocket, forcing a

she asked, eyes narrowing slightly. "You're looking a

aside. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just... tired, I guess. It's been

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

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