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 you already are. She'd use

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

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

fiber of my being screamed at me not to 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 smile. But I already had a plan forming in my head. There was

slipped out the door, glancing back just once

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 Susan alone, even

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

abandoned building and parked, her shoulders tense as she stepped out. I parked a little way down, watching as

second. And then, finally, a figure appeared-a man, tall and dressed in a long coat, his face hidden under a dark

my sides. This wasn't Susan. Who was this guy? And what could he possibly

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

without a word. I couldn't hear what they were saying from where I was, but I could see the shock on her face.

to feel like she could handle this, and if I showed up now, it'd

her flinch. I strained to hear, but his voice was low, a

wheel, a storm of questions racing through my mind. What was he saying to her?

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

for something back, but Sarah took a

lips moving fast-too fast for