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

Chapter 95

Sarah's

Pov.

I sat at the edge of the couch, staring at the news report on TV, my heart sinking as Richard's face flashed across the screen.

The scandal was everywhere-headlines blaring accusations, journalists picking apart every move Richard had ever made.

They were talking about him as if he were some kind of villain as if he were guilty without question. I couldn't pull my eyes away from the screen, even though every word felt like a punch to the gut. The phone calls had started early. Friends, family, even reporters calling for statements. I ignored them all, feeling helpless, a pit growing in my stomach.

I knew Richard hadn't done what they were saying. But I also knew that the damage to his reputation was happening in real time, and there was nothing we could do to stop it.

Richard had been gone since dawn, trying to get ahead of the chaos. He'd called a few times, each time sounding a little more exhausted, a little more defeated.

He was trying to keep it together for both of us, but I could hear the strain in his voice. And each time we hung up, I felt everything press down on me a little harder.

I glanced down at the document I'd found in our files. It was the reason I'd been up all night, pouring over every line, every signature, hoping to find something that would clear his name.

And what I'd found instead... It made my blood run cold. There was a connection-a familiar name that I'd hoped never to see associated with Richard.

and white, was a signature I recognized all too well. Richard's old business partner, someone who had been

the signature linked him to the network. The one that was tearing our

it would hurt Richard. I looked up at the family photos on the wall, the

his father when he was young. He'd lost so much already. Was I really

I'm wrong," I muttered to myself, clutching the paper

this wasn't a mistake. The evidence was clear, and the weight of it pressed down on my chest like

knew, that I'd kept

telling him were two different

thought of the times Richard had opened up to me, and trusted me with his

could I keep this from him now? I knew this information would break something inside him.

closed my eyes, taking a deep breath, steadying myself. I had to be brave. For him, for us.

old wounds, even if it meant he'd never look at me the same way

the front door opened, and Richard stepped in, looking

his eyes that made

smile, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Hey," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Rough

him, hoping he could feel how much I believed in

the hug, letting out a deep sigh, and for

to tell you. I think... I think we have a mole in our inner circle. Someone close to us, maybe even