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

Chapter 97

Sarah's

pov.

The past few weeks had pushed me further than I ever thought I could go.

Sitting in the dimly lit room with Richard beside me, a file of secrets splayed across the table, I felt something strange-a calm I hadn't felt in ages. Maybe it was because, for the first time, we were moving as one. Whatever came next, we'd face it together.

James hovered at the edge of the room, his presence reminding me of how far we'd come, how we'd gone from fearing him to needing his help.

I still didn't trust him fully, but in this fight, he was an essential piece. He'd been our link to the network, revealing things we'd never have known otherwise.

"Here it is," James said, pointing to a creased map on the table. "They keep their ledger, the core of their operations, here." His finger rested on a small, out-of-the-way warehouse marked on the map. Richard leaned over, studying it with narrowed eyes. "So all their dirty dealings, the whole network's transactions... it's all stored in this one place?"

James nodded. "They think no one would dare go near it. But they don't know you're desperate enough to try."

I swallowed hard, my fingers running over the edges of the papers in front of me. This was it.

This ledger was the key, the Achilles' heel of the network. If we could get our hands on it, we could bring the whole operation down.

But the reality of what we were planning hit me. "And once we have it?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "They'll come after us, won't they?" Richard looked at me, his hand finding mine under the table. His touch was warm, steady, grounding me. "Yes," he said simply.

is our chance, Sarah. Our only chance to

here we were, willing to risk it all one more time. "Then let's do it," I said,

he said, packing up

him, studying the lines on his face, the

not sure if I

"More than I'd like to admit.

I'd expected. I was scared, too-terrified, actually.

lying in bed, I couldn't sleep. My mind kept spinning, thinking of all the ways this

fought, the times we'd nearly broken apart. I realized something: despite everything, Richard and I were still standing.

I whispered in the

turning

going to make it through this,

his voice was

despite my best efforts

no turning back now. We left, heading toward the warehouse with nothing but the clothes on

building loomed in front of us, dark and silent. James had been waiting, hidden in the shadows, his face barely visible in the dim

he whispered. "Let's

every step we took seemed to echo through the empty hallways.

it," he murmured, pulling out a small

open, a rush of adrenaline shot through me.

lined the walls, stacked with boxes and files. And in the middle of it all, there it was-the ledger. A thick, leather-bound book that seemed to hold all the answers, all the secrets we'd been searching for. Richard picked it up, his hands steady but his expression grim. "This is it," he said quietly, flipping through the