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

Chapter 110

Richard pov

"Richard, can we talk?"

I paused mid-step on my way to the kitchen, catching the unmistakable edge in Sarah's voice. Her arms were crossed, her brows furrowed like they'd been all week. I could guess what this was about. Isabelle. Again.

"Sure," I said, trying to sound casual, though I could already feel a headache brewing. I leaned against the counter, arms crossed. "What's on your mind?"

Sarah hesitated, glancing toward the living room where Isabelle had just gone. "Don't you think it's weird? How she's always around, how she keeps inserting herself into everything?"

I tried not to groan. I knew this was coming, but I'd hoped we were past it after our last talk. "Sarah, come on," I said with a laugh. "You're not still jealous, are you?"

Her eyes flashed. "Jealous? Seriously, Richard? I'm not-okay, fine. Maybe I am a little. But it's not just that! I can feel something's... off about her."

I straightened up, shaking my head with a small smile. "You're reading too much into this. Isabelle's just... talkative. She's been through a lot, and we're just helping her out. It's not like she's some mastermind plotting to ruin our lives." Sarah's lips tightened, and I could tell she wasn't buying it. "She talks to you, Richard. Not me. Not anyone else. Just you. Don't you think that's strange?"

I shrugged, doing my best to play it cool. "Maybe she just finds me approachable."

Sarah scoffed. "Yeah, 'approachable.' Sure."

I grinned, stepping closer to her and placing my hands on her shoulders. "Hey, don't be like that. You know you're the only one I'm interested in. Isabelle isn't my type at all."

Sarah let out a bitter laugh. "Your type? That's what you're going with?"

I kissed her forehead, trying to lighten the mood. "You're the one who said you were jealous. Honestly, I think you just like the drama. Keeps things exciting, right?"

jaw dropped, and she shoved

nothing to worry about. Isabelle's just... someone in need. And besides, you're way too beautiful to be

my chest, relaxing slightly. "Maybe I'm overthinking

a smile. "If it makes

harder than I thought. Isabelle always seemed

away to check emails or finish some work, and there she'd

wasn't boring. Her stories

was cleaning up lunch. "Have you ever

"Uh... not really. People usually get me, I

something profound. "That's good. I just...

But before I could escape, she launched

hoping

Her eyes narrowed as she took in the scene: Isabelle leaning casually against the counter, talking animatedly while I stood there like a

her voice tight. "Can I talk

from Isabelle's monologue. I followed Sarah to the hallway, where she

talking about," she said, her voice low

running a hand through my hair. "Sarah, she's just... I don't know. Maybe she feels more comfortable around me. It's not a big

it's not normal. She's... clingy. And

small chuckle escaped. "Babe, come on.

just that. Something about her doesn't feel right. I can't

it. But listen to me-there's nothing to worry about. She's

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her mind-or mine. Isabelle's presence was

was always around, always talking, always inserting herself into our lives. And

for a walk," Sarah