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.

sign of trouble was the pot of water. I filled it up, placed it on the stove, and

was taking forever to boil, and I kept glancing at it

living room, trying to stifle a

rolling my eyes even though she couldn't see me.

I saw some bubbles, and I tossed in a big handful of pasta. Too much pasta,

already pushing against the rim of the pot, but I figured

jar of marinara in the fridge and dumped it into

was looking for the pepper, the sauce started bubbling, popping little red spots all over

closer now. She'd peeked into the kitchen doorway, watching me fight the sauce

down, but the sauce just kept bubbling, popping, and spitting everywhere. I couldn't help but laugh at myself - this was going so wrong,

some help?" she asked, stepping in

is my surprise for you. Go sit. I've got it

surrender,

to the living room, and I took a deep breath, turning

and sprinkled some in, then tossed in a

looked like it had doubled in size and was now threatening to spill over the edge of

run a marathon. Finally, 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

up, eyebrows raised, and bit her lip to 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 up her fork and

a relieved laugh. "See? I told you I

normal. Every time she giggled, I felt a little lighter, a little more at ease. The text message,

casual, "if I were a professional chef,