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

Chapter 105

Richard

pov.

The coffee shop was cozy, tucked away just off the main street with the warm scent of roasted beans drifting out to greet me.

I was up early, trying to grab us both a caffeine fix before the day kicked off. Sarah was still half-asleep when I left her, wrapped in the sheets, mumbling for "Just a few more minutes."

I smiled at the memory as I joined the line, feeling that rare kind of peace you get when you're completely in the moment.

"Hey, isn't it just beautiful here?" a voice beside me said.

I turned, expecting someone local or another early riser tourist. A woman with a bright smile stood next to me, arms folded comfortably as if she'd just casually dropped by. "Yeah, it really is," I replied, glancing back out the window to the waves rolling in just beyond the palm trees. "It's like something out of a painting."

She laughed lightly, brushing a strand of her dark hair behind her ear. "That's a good way to put it. I'm Isabelle, by the way. Came here on a bit of a whim," she said, reaching out to shake my hand. Her handshake was light and confident. "Richard," I replied, shaking her hand briefly. "I get it. Sometimes you just have to get away, right?"

"Exactly! Sometimes you need a reset," she said, nodding in agreement. "Especially in a place like this. Are you here alone?"

I shook my head, smiling as I thought of Sarah waiting back at the hotel. "No, I'm here with my wife. We both needed a break, honestly."

"That's nice. Nothing like a getaway to reconnect," she said, a hint of curiosity in her eyes. "How long are you staying?"

"Just a week," I replied, stepping forward in line as we chatted. "Seems short now that we're here, though."

Isabelle nodded, looking thoughtful. "Well, maybe it'll be just what you both need. I know I could stay forever."

She gave a small laugh, glancing out the window. "Anyway, I didn't mean to keep you from your coffee. Just wanted to say hi."

then, it was my turn, so I ordered

***

to the room, Sarah was finally awake, stretching and yawning like a

said, holding out her cup

me. She took a long sip, eyes closing as she let out a sigh. "You know

of the job description," I joked, settling beside

she asked, looking over at me with that eager gleam in her

we could head to that beach we passed yesterday, maybe do some snorkeling, grab lunch from one of those food trucks on the way

beach just before noon, the sun high and the sand already warm beneath

a soft turquoise that seemed to call out to us. We rented snorkel gear, finding a spot a little way down the beach where the crowd had thinned out. I watched Sarah dive in first, her laughter spilling out as she adjusted

and laughs whenever one of us saw something too good to miss. After we'd worn ourselves out, we sat on the

Sarah murmured, leaning her head on my shoulder. "You know, just

an arm around her. "Feels like we

contented silence until

you know

followed her gaze, spotting a familiar face not too far from us. Isabelle, the woman from the coffee shop, was

I met her this morning. Just a quick chat at the coffee shop. She seemed nice

back at the ocean. "She had been glancing toward here,

though something in Sarah's tone made me glance back at

lunch. We were walking up the beach when Isabelle passed by,

Isabelle," I replied, and I noticed Sarah shift a little closer

introducing

smile widened. "Nice to meet you, Sarah. You

said,

to me. "Hey, maybe you could give me some pointers, Richard? You seem to