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.

dragged into this more than

frustrated that she thought she could protect me. "Sarah, you're not going alone. I can't just sit back and do nothing. If

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

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 knowing I'd be right there if things got out of

hours later, Sarah slipped out the door, glancing back

out of sight before grabbing my keys and heading out. There was no way she'd be dealing with Susan alone, even

winding streets, through intersections, and then into a quieter part

an old, abandoned building and parked, her shoulders tense as she stepped out. I parked a little way down, watching as she looked around, clearly trying to

by, my heart pounding with every second. And then, finally, a figure appeared-a man, tall and

Who was this guy?

him, cautious but calm. The man held something in his hand-a

the shock on her face. Her eyes widened as she flipped through the papers in the file, her mouth falling open. What was in that file?

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 to read whatever was in that

I strained to hear, but his voice was low, a

around the steering wheel, a storm of questions racing through my mind. What was he saying to her? And why

slowly, her eyes darting up to the man's face. She was gripping that folder like it was a

were asking for something back, but Sarah took a step back, holding the file to her chest. Whatever he wanted, she wasn't about to give

her lips moving fast-too fast for me to make out the words. But