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.

black and white, was a signature I recognized all too well. Richard's old business partner, someone who had been like family to him-who I knew

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

knew what this meant, how much it would hurt Richard. I looked up at the family photos

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

myself, clutching

a mistake. The evidence was clear,

knew, that I'd kept it hidden-no,

and actually telling

back. I thought of the times Richard had opened up to me, and

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

a deep breath, steadying myself. I

it meant tearing open old wounds, even if it meant he'd never look at me the

then, the front door opened, and Richard stepped in, looking as exhausted as I'd ever

his hair mussed, and there was a hollowness in his eyes that

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

and wrapped my arms around him, hoping he could feel

deep sigh, and for a moment, we

serious. "Sarah... There's something I have to tell you. I think... I think we have a mole in our inner circle. Someone close to us, maybe even someone I've