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

Chapter 111

Sarah's

POV

I don't know when exactly the unease grew more intense, but it was there now, gnawing at the edges of my thoughts every time I saw Isabelle.

She was always around, always smiling that too-bright smile or lingering just a little too close to Richard.

"Sarah, you're overthinking it," I muttered to myself for the tenth time that day. But even as I said it, I knew it wasn't true. Something about Isabelle didn't sit right with me.

It wasn't just the way she talked to Richard, though that was bad enough. It was the way she looked at him, like he was the only thing in the room that mattered. And Richard, being Richard, was completely oblivious.

I spotted them in the kitchen one afternoon, Isabelle leaning against the counter, laughing at something he said. Her laugh was too loud, too eager, and the way she tilted her head made my stomach twist.

I cleared my throat as I entered, making sure they noticed me. Isabelle straightened up, her smile faltering for just a second before she turned to me. "Oh, Sarah! I didn't see you there." Of course, she didn't.

"I'm making tea," I said, brushing past her to grab a mug. "You want some?"

"No, thank you," Isabelle replied sweetly, her voice dripping with politeness. "I was just telling Richard about this amazing little café I used to go to. You two would love it."

I glanced at Richard, who shrugged, clearly unaware of how annoyed I was.

"Sounds nice," I said flatly, hoping she'd take the hint and leave.

But she didn't.

her in the living room, flipping through one of my photo albums. My

that?" I asked, trying

sorry, Sarah. I saw it on the shelf and couldn't resist. Your wedding photos are beautiful. You and Richard look

"Of

had. And it

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go away; it

caught her watching Richard again. He was fixing the

But there she was, staring at him

you need something?" I asked,

Sarah! I was just helping Richard. You know, being

I said, crossing my arms. "Richard, do you want

up, confused. "It's fine, babe.

Of course, she did.

around, I felt more on edge than ever. It didn't help that I'd been feeling off for days-tired,

on the stress of having a third person in the house, especially

in the kitchen later, humming to herself as

in. "How

I said quickly. "Just

should rest more," Isabelle said, pouring her coffee. "Hawaii must have been exhausting for you. All that traveling,

mentioned you went forest hiking, right? It sounded

our specific sightseeing to her. Richard hadn't either-not in detail,

staring at the ceiling. My mind kept replaying every little interaction with Isabelle, every comment she'd made, every lingering glance she gave Richard. Something wasn't right. I could feel it in my

running errands, I decided