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

Chapter 106

Sarah

pov.

The day started off perfectly. Richard and I were on our way to a little restaurant down the street that we'd read great things about.

He kept his hand in mine, swinging it slightly, and the warm, tropical breeze ruffled my hair.

I felt happy, lighter than I had in months. This trip was everything I had hoped it would be-a chance for us to reconnect, to be in our own world, away from the daily grind.

As we entered the restaurant, the smell of fresh seafood and sizzling spices greeted us, and my stomach rumbled in anticipation.

We found a cozy table by the window, with a view of the beach just down the street, and settled in, glancing at the menu and chatting about what to order.

But then I saw her. Isabelle.

There she was, just a few tables away, scanning the menu like she'd just walked in. I felt my shoulders tense.

What were the odds? It was such a small island, I guessed, but still, it felt strange. It was the third time now that we'd bumped into her, and each time it felt... I don't know... a little too coincidental. Richard noticed her, too. "Oh, hey!" he said, lifting a hand in a friendly wave. "Isabelle!"

I forced a polite smile, trying to keep my face relaxed. Isabelle looked up, her face lighting up as she walked over to our table.

"Hi, you two!" she said, her voice bright and cheerful. "Fancy seeing you here. This island keeps getting smaller and smaller."

"Yeah, crazy," I said, keeping my tone light, even though I felt a strange knot in my stomach.

Isabelle didn't seem to notice, though. She looked straight at Richard, her gaze lingering just a bit longer than it needed to. "Mind if I join you?" she asked, glancing from me to Richard, her smile as wide as ever. "Oh... sure," Richard said, pulling out the chair next to him. "We don't mind, right, Sarah?"

much choice, did I? I just shrugged and managed a small

nice dinner, just us, but

Isabelle said, settling into

the vacation

been snorkeling, hiking, and trying all the local food. It's exactly what

fixed on him, her voice soft

I couldn't help but notice

forced myself to take a sip of water, trying to shake the feeling building inside me. I didn't want to jump

being friendly, trying to make conversation. But it was something in the way she looked

travel spots and

nudging his arm as if

any longer. "So, Isabelle," I said,

was a flicker of something unreadable in her

alone can be so freeing, you know? No one else's schedule,

that. Though I'm glad to have company on

in her hand, her eyes lingering on him. "It must be nice, being with someone who just... gets you." "Yeah," Richard said, glancing at me with a

noticed that Isabelle didn't look away, as if she didn't

was something about her that kept scratching at the back of my mind,

giving us both that bright smile once more. "Well, I'll let you two get back to your evening. It was lovely running into you again," she said, looking at Richard as if he were the only one who mattered. "Likewise," he replied, giving

didn't

me, eyebrows raised. "Come on,

stop a frown from forming. "Richard, she was all over you. She barely

head. "Are you... are you jealous?" His

a mix of embarrassment and frustration. Maybe I was

simple coincidence. But something about Isabelle's presence felt off. I just couldn't put my finger on

the way she looks at you," I