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 me lightly. "You're impossible,

Sarah. There's nothing to worry about. Isabelle's just... someone

chest, relaxing slightly. "Maybe I'm overthinking it. But

said, stepping back with a smile. "If it makes you feel

But keeping my distance was harder than I thought. Isabelle always seemed to have something to say, something urgent or fascinating-or at least it seemed that way

work,

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

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

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

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

trying to wrap things up. But before I could escape, she launched

hoping

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

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

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

her voice low but intense. "She

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

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

escaped. "Babe, come on. You're being ridiculous. She's just lonely. You don't have

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

arms. "Alright, alright. You're jealous and suspicious. Got it. But listen to me-there's nothing to worry

***

days didn't do much to ease her mind-or mine. Isabelle's presence was starting to

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

going for a walk," Sarah announced