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

Chapter 80

Richard's

pov.

The morning started with that ominous letter. I held it, reading the typed words over and over, trying to make sense of the threat. It was clear, sharp-"Meet me or you'll regret it." Sarah's face was pale, her fingers tight around the paper. She looked at me, fear and frustration mingling in her eyes.

"Do you think..." she began, voice barely a whisper. "Do you think it's Susan?"

My jaw clenched at the name. Susan had been a thorn in our lives, vowing revenge after our fallout with her.

She was ruthless, always scheming, always pulling stunts to try and get back at us. This kind of intimidation had her name all over it.

"I wouldn't put it past her," I muttered, rubbing my temples. "She did say we'd regret crossing her."

Sarah gave a small nod, her eyes still fixed on the letter. "If it is her, then maybe I should go alone. Handle it directly."

I immediately shook my head, not liking where her mind was going. "No way, Sarah. If you're meeting anyone, I'm going with you. I'm not letting you face her alone."

She sighed, and I could tell she was thinking it over, but I knew that look in her eyes too well. She had that determined, stubborn glint.

if it's Susan... I don't want you getting dragged into this more than you already are. She'd use you

fist, frustrated that she thought she could protect me. "Sarah, you're not going alone. I can't

"I know, I know. But let me try to handle this. Please. For

but her eyes pleaded with me, and I found myself nodding reluctantly. "Fine. But don't expect me to sit at home while you go off to meet some lunatic." She looked relieved, giving me a small, grateful smile. But I already had a plan forming in my head. There was no way I was letting her go without

slipped out the door, glancing back just

until she was out of sight before grabbing my keys and heading

kept my distance, trailing her car down winding streets, through intersections, and

out. I parked a little way

figure appeared-a man, tall and dressed in a long

was this guy? And what

a step toward him, cautious but calm. The man held something in his hand-a file, from the

her face. Her eyes

instinct telling me to rush over and get her away from this stranger, but I stopped myself, watching carefully. Sarah needed to feel like she could handle this, and if I showed up now, it'd break the trust she had in me. So, I waited, heart pounding, as she continued

man leaned closer, saying something that made her flinch. I strained to hear, but his voice was low, a

questions racing through my mind. What was he saying to her? And why did she look

the man's face. She

were asking for something back, but Sarah took a step back,

moving fast-too fast for me to make out