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?"

shoved

to worry about. Isabelle's just... someone in need. And besides, you're way too beautiful to

chest, relaxing slightly. "Maybe I'm overthinking it. But I still don't trust

said, stepping back with a smile. "If it makes you feel better, I'll keep my

was harder than I thought. Isabelle always seemed to have

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

Her stories were long-winded, sure, but

one afternoon as I was cleaning up lunch. "Have you

a blank look. "Uh...

I just... I don't know. Sometimes I feel like the world's against

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

doorway, hoping

sure if I was relieved or nervous. Her eyes narrowed as she took in the scene:

Sarah said, her voice tight. "Can I talk to you for

I followed Sarah to the hallway, where she turned on me with her

said, her voice low but

my hair. "Sarah, she's just... I don't know. Maybe she feels more comfortable around me. It's

deal, Richard," she shot back. "Because it's

escaped. "Babe, come on. You're being ridiculous. She's

Richard! But it's not just that. Something

nothing to worry about. She's harmless." Sarah didn't pull away, but she didn't relax

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do much to ease her mind-or

always inserting herself into our lives. And

going for a walk," Sarah announced one