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

Chapter 91

Sarah's pov.

The air in the car was thick as Richard drove us toward the meeting spot. I sat there, fiddling with the cuff of my sleeve, trying to keep my breathing steady, trying to look like I wasn't on the edge of running. I glanced at Richard, his jaw tight, his hands gripping the steering wheel a little too hard.

He caught my gaze and softened, giving me a slight smile that was supposed to be comforting.

But there was nothing comforting about this. Not when we were about to walk into a room with James and a few of his "network contacts."

Just saying the word made my stomach twist. And James... Well, trusting him felt like trying to trust a snake. You just couldn't be sure he wouldn't bite.

"So, are you ready?" Richard asked, his voice low and calm. Too calm. He knew this was a big risk-maybe even our biggest so far.

"Ready as I'll ever be," I replied, trying to sound steady. But my mind was spinning. I knew we had no choice but to work with James.

He had the connections, the leverage, and-if he actually followed through-the key to finally getting out of this mess.

But I also knew we were playing a dangerous game, and one wrong move would send everything spiraling.

I forced myself to breathe, in and out, in and out. For Richard's sake, I tried to look calm, or at least not terrified. He needed to think I was handling this, that I was strong, and capable. We'd been through so much, come so far. If he saw any crack in my armor, it might just break him too.

So I straightened up, met his eyes, and gave him what I hoped looked like a reassuring smile.

"Let's get this over with," I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper.

When we arrived, James was already waiting inside, lounging on a worn-out leather couch like he hadn't a single care in the world.

Seeing him there, smirking, made my skin crawl.

glancing between Richard and me. "Was starting to think you'd chickened

blank. No way was I going to give him the

games, James," I replied, my voice colder than I

I'm just getting a

two look tense. But

our time?" James shrugged, still wearing that lazy smirk. "It depends," he said slowly, like he was savoring every

kind of secrets they kept. And yet here

fists, fighting the urge to snap at him. "We don't have time for games, James. If you're going to

I thought he might push back, and

me. I've set

a quick look. This was it-the moment we'd been dreading and hoping

feeling that every step we took was just digging us in deeper, but what choice did we

we walked through the dimly lit hallway behind James, I found myself studying Richard's face, trying to read his

focused, his eyes narrowed slightly as he scanned the space around

see the decision pressing down on him, the way he carried it in his shoulders, in

I knew that. And yet, a part of me couldn't shake the feeling that there was still more he

up, but... I couldn't help wondering. There

there were times when I wondered if he'd ever fully let

turned to us, giving us a smug grin. "Alright, here we are. Just...

to stay calm, to not let him see how much he was getting under my

was dimly lit, shadows pooling in the corners. Three men sat at a table, their eyes sharp

seen it all, who'd learned to

motioning to the men. "These

nodded in greeting, but

keeps talking