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.

getting dragged into this more than you already are. She'd use

frustrated that she thought she could protect me. "Sarah, you're not

placed a hand on my arm, her touch gentle, calming. "I know, I know. But let me

let her go alone, 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

few hours later, Sarah slipped out the door, glancing

was out of sight before grabbing my keys and heading out. There was no

streets, through intersections,

out. I parked a little way down, watching as she looked around, clearly trying to spot anyone

a figure appeared-a man, tall and dressed in a long coat, his face hidden under

clenched at my sides. This wasn't Susan. Who was this guy? And

but calm. The man

a word. I couldn't hear what they were saying from where I was, but I could see the shock on her face. Her eyes widened as she flipped

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 to read whatever was

closer, saying something that made her flinch. I strained to hear, but his

storm of questions racing through my mind. What was he saying to

up to the man's face. She was gripping that folder like it was a lifeline, her knuckles turning

out a hand, almost in a casual way, as if he were asking for something back, but Sarah took a step back, holding the file to her chest. Whatever he wanted,

her shake her head, her lips moving fast-too fast for me to make out the