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

suite. "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, and

in agreement. But inside, I couldn't

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

her bag... It wasn't a small purse or an overnight tote. It was a full suitcase, one big

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

you notice her suitcase? It seemed a bit much for a

she's probably just overpacked. You

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

putting a hand on

bit protective. Which is fine, but Isabelle's harmless.

I'd caught from Isabelle had felt a bit too

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

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

I tried to shake it off, reminding myself that I didn't have any real

eye, he

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

step out of the bedroom. I found Isabelle in the kitchen,

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

cheerfully. "I hope I'm not

shook my head, managing a

us soon after, looking relaxed, and

I wondered if he'd noticed 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 a

want to impose. Really, it's okay." Before I could say anything, Richard smiled, giving her a

as the night went on, Isabelle's presence in our home started to feel like a