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."

It was a cozy little spot, tucked

the faint smell of

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

pretty good, cracking jokes about everything from bad dates to the weird things people do

at Sarah, and every time she laughed, it was like a

the little things people do when they're comfortable around each other. I leaned over to

one who insists on checking every single expiration

I replied, nudging her. "And anyway, you're the one who needs three

for a moment, it felt like we were the

going to let that ruin things. We were here to laugh, to have fun. And so far, it was

her face glowing in the dim light as she

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

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

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

something like that?

us. But no one seemed to be paying attention, too caught up

message felt like it was hanging in the air between us, like a threat. I didn't want Sarah to see it, not yet. I needed to

that look again, like she could tell

into

she asked, eyes narrowing slightly. "You're

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

convinced, but she let it go. "Well,

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