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.

don't want you getting dragged into this more

into a fist, frustrated that she thought she could protect me. "Sarah, you're not going alone. I can't just sit back and

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

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 was letting her go without knowing I'd be right there if things got out

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

waiting until she was out of sight before grabbing my keys and heading out. There was no way she'd be

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

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

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

Susan. Who was this guy? And what could he possibly

calm. The man held something

her without 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 through

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

I strained to hear, but his voice was low, a murmur lost in

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

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

for something back, but Sarah took a

fast for me to make out the words. But she