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.

it's Susan... I don't want you getting dragged into this more than

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

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

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 was letting her go without knowing I'd be

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

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

her car down winding streets, through intersections, and then into

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

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

This wasn't Susan. Who was this guy? And what could

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

what they were saying from where I was, but I could see the shock on her face. Her eyes widened as she

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 in that

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

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

to the man's face. She was gripping that

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 lips moving fast-too fast for