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

Chapter 108

Sarah pov.

Richard glanced over at me, concern clear on his face. "Sarah, do you think we could help her out? Just for tonight?"

Why the change of mind?

"I..." I hesitated, feeling my stomach twist. "Maybe we could help her get into a hotel like you said, Richard. I mean, that's probably for the best, right?"

Isabelle managed a weak smile, waving her hand like it wasn't a big deal. "No, no, A hotel is fine," she said, voice soft. "You two shouldn't have to do that. I'll be alright. I just need to find my way around a bit."

But Richard didn't look convinced, and I could feel the gears turning in his mind. "Come on, Isabelle," he said, shaking his head.

"It's not a problem. You can stay with us for the night, and tomorrow, we'll help you get sorted out with a hotel. Right, Sarah?"

Why did he change his mind? He was about to lodge a hotel before.

I didn't want to argue with him, not right here on the sidewalk in front of Isabelle. I nodded slowly, managing a polite smile. "Of course," I said, though I was sure he could see the doubt in my eyes.

"Thank you so much," Isabelle said, putting her hand to her chest. "I don't know what I would've done without you two. Really."

On the way back, I stayed quiet, trying to keep my thoughts under control. I wanted to be compassionate; I wanted to believe this was just an innocent situation.

But my instincts kept firing off signals, every one of them telling me that Isabelle wasn't being completely honest. Still, what could I say?

Richard seemed genuinely concerned, and I didn't want to come off as unreasonable or, worse, jealous. After all, what reason did I really have?

When we reached the penthouse, I tried to keep my cool, watching as Richard settled Isabelle in the guest room.

a polite smile,

"Wow," she murmured, putting her bag down carefully by the bed. "You have a beautiful place. Thank you, both of you. I promise I won't be in any trouble." "It's not a problem at all," Richard replied, looking genuinely pleased to help. "You're safe here,

couldn't shake the feeling that

the way she set her things down, like she was already making herself

overnight tote. It was a full

to the living room. "I think it's really nice

her suitcase? It seemed a bit

she's probably just overpacked. You know how some people

the issue. "I just... I don't know, Richard. I feel like there's something she's

on," he said, putting a hand on my shoulder and giving

protective. Which is fine, but Isabelle's harmless. I'm sure she just needs a safe place for the

believe him, but every glance I'd caught from Isabelle had felt

nodded, letting it go for now. Maybe Richard was right, and I was just reading too much

past the guest room, I noticed Isabelle had left her door ajar. Her suitcase was open on the floor, clothes neatly folded and

in my stomach tighten. I tried to shake it off, reminding myself that I didn't have any real reason

Richard's eye, he would give me a

seeing him brush my

that evening, I worked up the courage to step out of the bedroom. I found Isabelle in the kitchen, already making herself

smiled at me over the rim of her mug, a little too comfortably. It was as though she'd always been here, like

she said cheerfully. "I hope I'm not

shook my head, managing a polite smile. "No, of course

looking relaxed, and I felt my frustration bubble up

clothes spread out as though she had no

slightly, almost like she was disappointed. "That's... very kind of you," she said, her voice soft. "But I wouldn't want to impose. Really, it's okay." Before I could say anything, Richard

frustration in check. I really did. But as the night went on, Isabelle's presence in our home