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,

little bistro with dim lights and soft music playing

an appetizer, and

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

Hawaii," he teased.

laughed, lost in our own little world. But then, out of

gaze drifted toward the large window beside our table, his face going

followed his gaze, and my heart dropped. Isabelle was standing across the

she wasn't the put-together

and her eyes held a frantic look I didn't

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

head, clearly as taken aback as I was.

last time I had thought her presence was just a

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

to

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

worse up close-her eyes were red, 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

going on, Isabelle?" Richard asked,

wiping her eyes. "I... I was robbed," she said, her voice cracking. "All my things... my wallet, my ID... gone. I don't have anywhere to

everything, I wasn't sure I could believe her, even if she

sorry to hear that," I started, choosing my

was a rawness in her eyes,

I don't know anyone here. I'm lost. I just need somewhere to stay... just for

clearly as taken aback as I was. I wanted to help-I really did-but every instinct was screaming at me to be

gotten back ourselves, and I think... maybe

"Just one night, I promise. I don't have anyone else, and I thought... After Hawaii... I thought maybe I could trust you."