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.

I don't want you getting dragged into this more

could protect me. "Sarah, you're

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

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

Sarah slipped out the door, glancing back just once to make sure I

her 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 Susan alone, even if she didn't know I

kept my distance, trailing her car down winding streets, through intersections, and then into a quieter

she stepped out. I parked a little way down,

ticked by, my heart pounding with every second. And then, finally, a figure appeared-a man, tall and dressed in a long coat, his

sides. This wasn't Susan. Who was

a step toward him, cautious but calm. The man held something in

I was, but I could see the shock on her face. Her eyes widened as she flipped through the papers in the file, her mouth falling open.

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,

strained to hear, but his voice was low,

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

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

hand, almost in a casual way, as if he were asking for something back, but Sarah took a step back,

moving fast-too fast for me to make out