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

Chapter 93

Sarah's

pov.

It is another day. I had barely gotten out of the car before Richard was already a few steps ahead, his focus fixed on the building in front of us.

Martins had set this up. A "hidden ally" with insider knowledge. Someone who could help us navigate the network and, hopefully, get us out of the mess we'd found ourselves in.

I couldn't help but think about the last few days. We were making progress, but every move we made felt like we were playing a dangerous game, and I wasn't sure how much longer we could keep this up without someone getting hurt.

I glanced at Richard's back. He was so sure of himself now, so determined. I had to admit, it was hard to ignore the fire in his eyes when he was focused.

He wasn't the same man I used to know-not the one who was always playing it safe and never got his hands dirty. But he was still my Richard, the man I'd known long before everything spiraled out of control.

And yet, the more we worked together, the more I realized how little I truly knew about him. The secrets he was still hiding.

The things he hadn't shared. I didn't know if it was fear, or some part of him still wanting to protect me, but the truth was, I was feeling more and more like I was in the dark.

We entered the building. The air was stale, thick with the smell of old papers and dust.

Martins was waiting for us inside, and standing beside him was someone I didn't expect-a man whose sharp features seemed to belong in a place far more polished than this.

"Sarah, Richard," Martins greeted us, his voice low, almost like a warning. "This is Leo. He's an insider, someone who's been close to the network."

Leo didn't shake my hand, but he did give me a curt nod. I studied him carefully. His eyes were too calm, too practiced. As if he'd seen everything and didn't blink when faced with danger.

voice cool but oddly sincere. "I've got a few things you might

of us looking at him while Martins leaned against the wall. The tension in the room was almost

Richard said, his voice sharp.

He pulled out a small, folded piece of paper and slid it

you're dealing with? They're not just businessmen or criminals. They're powerful.

everywhere. That

who handle the operations in different areas. They're the ones who really call the

words-I was trying to figure out if

your side, but they're feeding information back to the network. You might have

demanded. "Who

crossing his arms. "Can't say for sure, but I know they're there.

neutral, but inside, my mind was racing.

feeling that Leo's words weren't just a

saw the same thing in his eyes. Fear. Or maybe

could tell he didn't want to believe it. He

voice

the silence stretched long enough

careful. There are eyes on you both. The network's not going to let you just walk away. They'll do whatever it takes to

be Martins, it could be James-hell, it could be someone in this very room. The fear tightened its grip on me. But I couldn't let it show. Not now. Not in

needed to see me strong, see me focused. He had enough doubt

to Martins. "Do you know anything about this? About

his face unreadable. "It's not something we talk about

But inside, something was

worse, what if