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.

headed downtown, hand in hand, laughing as we shared stories

bistro with dim lights and soft music playing in

glass of wine, shared an appetizer, and talked

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

top Hawaii," he teased. "But I'm always up for the

out of the corner of

his face going still

Isabelle was standing across the

could see she wasn't the put-together woman we'd met

hair was messy, her clothes wrinkled, and her eyes held a

felt a chill run through me, that familiar, uncomfortable feeling creeping back. "Is... is

taken aback as I

thought her presence was just a coincidence, she had shown up

here, miles from Hawaii, looking straight at us with the same

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

slow and unsure. I felt a twist of dread

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 I could see

Isabelle?" Richard asked, his tone cautious but

a shaky breath, wiping her eyes. "I... I was robbed," she said, her voice cracking. "All my things... my wallet, my

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

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

looked at me, and there was a

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

taken aback as I was. I wanted to help-I really did-but every instinct

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

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 do