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.

the doorway, offering a polite smile, but my patience was wearing

looked around, smiling like she'd just walked into a fancy hotel suite. "Wow," she murmured, putting her bag down carefully by the bed. "You have a beautiful place. Thank you, both of you. I

in agreement. But inside, I couldn't shake the

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

It was a full suitcase, one big enough for

walked back to the living room. "I think it's really nice of you to help her out," I said,

notice her suitcase? It seemed

it off. "Sarah, she's probably

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

hand on my

just feeling a bit protective. Which is fine, but Isabelle's harmless. I'm sure she just

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

nodded, letting it go for now. Maybe Richard was right, and I was

room, I noticed Isabelle had left her door ajar. Her suitcase was open on the floor, clothes neatly folded and arranged, like she was ready for a

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

the evening was oddly tense, though. Every time I caught Richard's eye, he would give me a reassuring smile, clearly trying to tell me

wasn't the point-I didn't feel secure, and seeing him brush my worries aside

of the bedroom. I found Isabelle in the kitchen, already making herself

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

"I hope I'm

head, managing a polite smile. "No, of

looking relaxed, and I felt my frustration bubble up

guest room, clothes spread out as though she had no intention of leaving. "Isabelle, let's get you sorted

said, her voice soft. "But I wouldn't want to impose. Really, it's okay." Before I could say

went on, Isabelle's presence in our