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.

up and headed downtown, hand in hand, laughing as we

found a little bistro with dim lights and soft music playing

a glass of wine, shared an

feeling of being exactly where I was meant to be, with exactly the person I was meant to be with. I leaned

know if I can top Hawaii," he

own little world. But then, out of the corner of his eye, I

large window beside our table, his face going still as if he'd seen a ghost. "Sarah... look," he whispered,

Isabelle was standing

could see she wasn't the

messy, her clothes wrinkled, and her

familiar, uncomfortable feeling creeping back.

taken aback as I

I muttered, feeling my heart pound. But the last time I had thought her presence was just a coincidence, she had shown up

from Hawaii, looking straight at us

of me wanted to get up and leave, to put as much distance between us and Isabelle as

us, her steps slow and unsure.

like she 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 would be here." Richard and I exchanged a glance, and

Richard asked, his tone

robbed," she said, her voice cracking. "All my things... my wallet,

everything, I wasn't sure

sorry to hear that," I started, choosing my words carefully. "But we're not sure how we can

looked at me, and there was a rawness in her eyes, something almost

I'm lost. I just need somewhere to stay... just

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

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

and I thought... After Hawaii... I thought maybe I could trust you." Her words hung in the