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."

packed. It was a cozy little spot, tucked away down a side

tables, and the faint smell of popcorn

in the back, and 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 with the camera. That alone made this whole idea worth

stage was pretty good, cracking jokes about everything

time she laughed, it was like a little

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 the weird grocery

who insists on checking every single

replied, nudging her. "And anyway, you're the

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

ruin things. We were here

looked beautiful, her face glowing in the dim light as she laughed at the comedian's latest

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

I glanced at Sarah, who was still focused on the stage, her

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

would send something like that? And

watching us. But no

felt like it was hanging in the air between us, like a threat. I didn't want Sarah

She had that look again, like she could tell

the phone back into my pocket,

asked, eyes narrowing

to brush it aside. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just... tired, I

"Well, good thing we're here,

the weight of the message on