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 want

at a table, the three of us looking at him while Martins leaned against the wall. The tension in

talking," Richard said, his voice sharp. "What do you

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

isn't what you think it is. The people you're dealing with? They're not

my pulse quicken. Eyes everywhere. That didn't

top, there's the Board. Then you've got the regional controllers, the ones who handle the operations in different areas. They're the ones who really call the shots." He paused, letting everything settle in. I could feel Richard's gaze on me, waiting for me to

words-I was trying to figure

on your side, but they're feeding information back to the network. You might have one close to you." The room seemed to grow colder. I felt my stomach tighten,

Richard demanded. "Who

crossing his arms. "Can't say for sure, but I

neutral, but inside, my mind was racing. A double agent. Someone close to

words kept echoing in my head, and I couldn't shake the feeling that Leo's words weren't just a warning-they were a

the same thing in his eyes. Fear. Or maybe it was

believe it. He had enough on his plate already without adding another threat to

my voice low but

and the silence stretched long enough that I started to wonder

to say," he said finally, "but you need to be careful. There are eyes on you both. The network's not going to let you just walk away.

It could be anyone. It could be Martins, it could be James-hell,

to see me strong, see me focused. He had enough doubt of his

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

unreadable. "It's not something we talk about openly. But I've heard

steady. But inside, something was screaming. What if

Or worse, what if