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,

chuckled, pulling her into a hug. "I mean it, Sarah. There's nothing to worry about. Isabelle's

"Maybe I'm overthinking it. But I still

back with a smile. "If it

than I thought. Isabelle always seemed to have something to say, something urgent or fascinating-or at least it

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

thing was, she wasn't boring. Her stories were

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

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

thoughtfully, as if I'd just said something profound. "That's good. I just... I don't know. Sometimes I feel like the world's against me, you

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

doorway, hoping Sarah wouldn't come in and

nervous. Her eyes narrowed as she took in the scene:

tight. "Can I talk

followed Sarah

low but intense. "She doesn't talk

running a hand through my hair. "Sarah, she's just... I don't know.

is a big deal, Richard," she shot back. "Because it's not normal.

come on. You're being ridiculous. She's just lonely. You don't

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

me-there's nothing to worry about. She's harmless." Sarah didn't pull away, but she didn't relax either. "I hope

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do much to ease her mind-or mine. Isabelle's presence was starting to feel...

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

a walk," Sarah