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?"

dropped, and she shoved me lightly. "You're

mean it, Sarah. There's nothing to worry about. Isabelle's just... someone in need. And besides,

I'm overthinking it. But I still don't

smile. "If

always seemed to have something to say, something urgent or fascinating-or at least it seemed that way at

emails or finish some work, and there she'd be, cornering me

the thing was, she wasn't boring. Her stories were long-winded, sure, but

as I was cleaning

a blank look. "Uh... not really. People

profound. "That's good. I just... I don't know. Sometimes I feel like

I mumbled, trying to wrap things up. But before I could escape, she launched into a story about a time she'd been "betrayed" by a close

hoping Sarah

did appear, I wasn't sure if I was relieved or nervous. Her eyes narrowed as she took in the scene: Isabelle leaning casually against the counter, talking

tight. "Can I talk to you for

excusing myself from Isabelle's monologue. I followed Sarah to the hallway, where she turned on me with her arms

voice low

hair. "Sarah, she's just... I don't know.

"Because it's not normal. She's... clingy. And you're just letting

but a small chuckle escaped. "Babe, come on. You're being

just that. Something about her doesn't feel right. I can't explain it, but I know

arms. "Alright, alright. You're jealous and suspicious. Got it. But listen to me-there's nothing to worry about. She's harmless." Sarah didn't pull away, but she didn't relax either. "I

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her mind-or

talking, always inserting herself into our lives. And Sarah, naturally,

going for a walk," Sarah announced one evening, her tone