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

Chapter 107

Sarah

pov.

The rest of our days in Hawaii felt like a breath of fresh air. Isabelle was nowhere in sight, and I finally let myself relax.

It was just the two of us again, enjoying everything this beautiful island had to offer.

We snorkeled, ate more fresh pineapple than I thought possible, and watched the sun dip into the ocean every evening.

My unease from our previous encounters faded slowly, replaced by the warm, comforting feeling that I could finally let my guard down.

This was what I had wanted all along-peace, just Richard and me, without any odd distractions.

As the trip came to an end, I felt a strange relief. Don't get me wrong-I loved Hawaii, every beach and sunset, every little moment we shared here.

But leaving meant leaving Isabelle behind, and I was more than okay with that. I didn't even want to think about her as we packed up, heading back to our daily lives and routines. We had gotten what we came for-a much-needed recharge-and I was eager to take that feeling home with us.

Back at home, things settled into a comforting rhythm. I dove back into work, back into the familiarity of our day-to-day life.

It was nice to fall into routines again, to spend nights cooking together, planning weekends, and dreaming up new places we wanted to visit.

That odd chapter in Hawaii felt like it was slowly slipping into the background, the memory of Isabelle fading like a story I'd once read but barely remembered.

Life was normal again. Peaceful. And I felt safe in that.

One evening, after a busy week, Richard suggested we go out for a nice dinner. It felt like a sweet, thoughtful way to keep the vacation vibe going.

in hand, laughing

dim lights and soft music playing in the background. I loved the

shared an

warmth-a feeling of being exactly where I was meant to be, with exactly the person I

know if I can top Hawaii," he teased. "But I'm always up for

little world. But then, out

gaze drifted toward the large window beside our table, his face going still as if he'd seen

heart dropped. Isabelle was standing across

she wasn't the put-together woman

clothes wrinkled, and her eyes held a frantic look I didn't

me, that familiar, uncomfortable feeling creeping back. "Is... is she watching us?"

taken aback as I was. "I

the last time I had thought her presence was just a

now she was here, miles from Hawaii, looking straight at us with the same piercing

get up and leave, to put as much distance between us and

her steps slow and unsure. I felt a twist of dread in

hadn't slept in days, and there was a desperation in her expression that made my stomach clench. "Richard... Sarah..." Her voice was shaky, barely above a whisper. She looked between us, and for a moment, I thought she might break down. "I... I didn't know you both

Richard asked,

her voice

back. After everything, I wasn't sure I could believe her, even if she did look

choosing my words carefully. "But we're not sure how we

me, and there was a rawness in her eyes, something

here. I'm lost. I just need somewhere to stay... just for a night or two,

shift beside me, clearly as taken aback as I was. I wanted to help-I really did-but

slowly, his tone gentle but firm. "This... It's a lot. We've barely just gotten back ourselves, and I think... maybe we

but wavering. "Just one night, I promise. I don't have anyone else, and I thought... After Hawaii... I thought maybe I could trust you." Her words hung in the air, heavy and uncomfortable. I glanced at Richard, hoping he'd know what to