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.

want you getting 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 she tries

on my arm, her touch gentle, calming. "I know, I know.

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

glancing back

from the window, waiting until she was out of sight before grabbing my keys and heading out. There was no way she'd be dealing with

car down winding streets, through intersections, and then

an old, abandoned building and parked, her shoulders tense as she stepped out. I parked a

finally, a figure appeared-a man,

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

but calm. The man held something in his hand-a file, from

face. Her eyes widened as she flipped through the papers in the file,

she could handle this, and if I showed up now, it'd break the trust she had in me. So, I waited, heart pounding,

made her flinch. I strained to

questions racing through my mind. What was he saying

up to the man's face. She was gripping that folder like it was a

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,

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