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.

offering a polite smile, but my patience

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

But inside, I couldn't shake the feeling that Isabelle wasn't planning on leaving anytime

directly, but there was this casual ease in the way she set her things down, like she

a small purse or an overnight tote. It was a full suitcase,

behind us, and we walked back to the living room. "I think it's really nice of you to help her out," I said, trying to keep my

suitcase? It seemed a bit much

probably just overpacked. You know

whether to push the issue. "I just... I don't know, Richard. I feel like there's

on

is fine, but Isabelle's harmless.

I'd

want to fight, so I nodded, letting it go for now. Maybe Richard was

as I walked past the guest room, I noticed Isabelle had left her door ajar. Her suitcase was open on the

feeling that familiar knot in my stomach tighten. I tried to shake it off, reminding myself that

Every time I caught Richard's eye, he would give me a reassuring smile, clearly trying to tell me it would all

and seeing him brush my worries

I worked up the courage to step out of the bedroom. I found Isabelle in

little too comfortably. It was as though she'd always been here, like

"I hope I'm

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

soon after, looking relaxed, and I

her suitcase still unpacked in the guest room, clothes spread out as though she had no intention of leaving. "Isabelle, let's get you sorted with a hotel," Richard said brightly, pulling out his phone. "We'll find

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 smiled, giving her a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "Nonsense. You're not imposing.

to keep my frustration in check. I really did. But as the night went on, Isabelle's presence in our home started to feel like a splinter I couldn't