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

Chapter 76

Richard's

Pov.

After that strange text, my mind wouldn't let it go. "Enjoy the laughs while you can." I'd kept the message to myself, not wanting to worry Sarah.

I didn't even know what it meant, and I didn't want to freak her out for no reason. But the words hung there in my head like a bad smell.

I had to shake it off, though. Tonight was supposed to be fun, light, relaxed - exactly what she needed after that weird guy with the camera.

We'd just gotten back from the comedy club, and Sarah was looking at me with that soft smile of hers, eyes shining.

I figured maybe I could keep things light, get her laughing again. What better way than to cook dinner myself?

"Stay right there," I told her, leading her to the couch and giving her a little nudge to sit. "I'm gonna whip us up something amazing. You just relax." She laughed, raising an eyebrow. "You? Cooking?"

"Hey, I can cook," I said, puffing my chest out a little. I wasn't exactly a five-star chef, but how hard could it be?

She just grinned, sinking into the couch with that amused look that meant she was in for a show. "Alright, Chef Richard, impress me."

I rolled up my sleeves and stepped into the kitchen, ready to take on this "culinary challenge."

I figured pasta would be simple enough. Just boil it, add some sauce, throw in a little extra to make it seem fancy. Piece of cake.

Or so I thought.

filled it up, placed

glancing at it every few seconds, tapping my fingers on the

living room, trying to stifle a laugh, "you know it

know that," I muttered, rolling my eyes even though she couldn't see me. "I'm

in a

pushing against the rim of the pot, but I figured they'd shrink down or something. That's what

turned to the sauce. I found a jar of marinara in the fridge and dumped it into a saucepan, thinking maybe I'd get

for the pepper, the sauce started bubbling, popping little red spots all over the stove. And,

was closer now. She'd peeked into the kitchen doorway, watching me fight the sauce explosion. "Are you okay

sound calm. I grabbed a wooden spoon and stirred, hoping it would calm down, but the sauce just kept bubbling, popping, and spitting everywhere. I couldn't help but laugh at myself - this

you need some help?" she asked, stepping in

surprise for

hands in surrender,

the living room, and I took a deep

in, then tossed in a bit

looked like it had doubled in size and was now threatening to

I dumped the drained pasta into a bowl, poured the sauce over it, and gave it a quick stir. It wasn't the prettiest thing I'd ever seen, but it was edible. Or at least I hoped so. "Dinner is served!" I

hide a smile. "Wow, that... looks... interesting." "Hey, don't judge a book by its cover," I said, setting it down in front of her with a flourish. "Try it." She picked

laugh. "See? I told you

I'd made, it was actually pretty nice. Just sitting there with her, laughing, feeling normal. Every time she giggled, I felt a little lighter, a little more at ease.

sound casual, "if I