Winning Back His Ex's Wife's Broken Heart by Hayley

Chapter 81

Richard's

pov.

Sarah stood there, still holding the file like it was her only shield. Her shoulders were tense, her head slightly bowed.

I wanted to run over and pull her into my arms, to ask her a thousand questions, but I stayed back, waiting for her to gather herself. She needed a minute, and I wasn't about to take that from her. Finally, she looked around, her eyes scanning the area until they fell on me. Her expression shifted, a mix of surprise and relief flooding her face.

She didn't look angry that I'd followed her-if anything, she looked grateful.

I stepped out from the shadows, walking over slowly. "You alright?" I asked, my voice soft.

She let out a shaky breath and nodded. "Yeah. Just... a bit shaken, I guess."

I glanced at the file she was clutching. "Who is he? What did he give you?"

Her gaze dropped to the file, a frown creasing her forehead. "I don't know yet," she murmured. "But whatever it is... it can't be good."

I put a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it gently. "We'll figure it out. Together."

She gave me a small, tired smile. "I know. I just... I thought maybe if I did this alone, I could keep you out of it."

I let out a short laugh, shaking my head. "Sarah, there's no way I'm letting you handle this by yourself. We're in this together, remember?"

She looked down, nodding slowly. "Yeah... together." But there was something in her eyes, a flicker of doubt, like she was still holding onto a part of the burden on her own.

way she always

break the tension. "Are you going to open that thing again? Or are

faint smile tugging at her lips. "Let's get out of here first. This place gives me

the car. Every step I took, I kept glancing around, half-expecting the man to jump out from behind

Still, I couldn't shake the feeling that he was watching

at the kitchen table, the file lying

it before she finally flipped it open. Inside were stacks of photos, documents, and notes-all neatly organized, like they'd been prepared just for her. Her face paled as she flipped through them, her eyes widening with every

it?" I asked,

shot of

distant, unaware of the camera capturing her every move. A chill ran down my spine. "This is Susan, isn't it?" I said, gritting my teeth. "She's the only one

at the photos. "I don't know if she's really

me. "She's trying to scare us. Trying to make us

file. Her hands trembled as she held up a document, the words blurring together in my vision

contract-an agreement from years ago, back when I'd

of confusion and

began, "why is your name-your signature-on a contract like

this," I admitted, taking a deep breath. "Sarah, this was years ago. I was young, too trusting. I got caught up with the wrong people." She shook

as she gripped them. "And

And I couldn't blame her. From her

didn't know what I was signing back then. It was just business, I thought. Legitimate, or at least as close as it could be. But as I

I be sure you weren't aware, Richard? That

get out of it. And the moment I did realize, I cut ties. I had no idea they'd keep records, use them as

think that by threatening to