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

Chapter 113

Sarah

pov.

I purposely did not bring up the photos that I saw in Isabelle's belongings yet because I need to have just more than pictures to prove her wrong.

At first, I convinced myself it was paranoia. After everything Richard and I had been through, wasn't it natural to be a little on edge?

But the coincidences kept piling up, each one more unsettling than the last.

I sat on the edge of our bed that morning, staring at my reflection in the mirror. My hair looked dull, my skin paler than usual. I felt off-nauseous even-but I told myself it was the stress. "Sarah, you can't keep ignoring this," I muttered to myself, running a hand over my face. I hadn't been sleeping well, and the tension in the house was eating away at me.

When Richard appeared in the doorway, I forced a smile. "Morning," I said, but my voice sounded weak even to me.

"Morning," he replied, leaning against the frame. "You look tired."

"Gee, thanks," I said dryly.

He chuckled softly and walked over to kiss my forehead. "I didn't mean it like that. I'm just... worried about you. You haven't been yourself lately."

I wanted to tell him everything-about Isabelle, about my suspicions-but I hesitated.

Every time I tried, Isabelle managed to twist things in her favor. I wasn't sure Richard would believe me anymore.

"I'm fine," I said instead, brushing him off. "Just a lot on my mind."

Later that day, while folding laundry, memories began creeping back.

At first, it seemed like a strange coincidence-Richard and I were in Hawaii and we met her there, on the beach while trying to have a picnic.

Meanwhile Richard had met her earlier. I remember she was staring right at us, pretending not to notice us until Richard waved at her.

smiling shyly, acting hesitant, like she didn't want to interrupt. I didn't think much of it then,

stolen and she had nowhere to stay, I couldn't ignore the prickling doubt in my mind. Richard, ever the knight in shining armor, didn't hesitate to

A week turned

Back to present.

day, Isabelle made my morning coffee

go," she said brightly, handing me

it-two sugars, a splash of cream, the tiniest pinch of cinnamon. I hadn't told her that. "Did Richard tell you how I

laughed lightly. "Oh, no. I

didn't sit right with me, but I let it

of the week, I knew I needed to talk to someone. Someone

mind immediately. As Richard's best friend and our family lawyer, he had a way

need to talk,"

"Want to

behind his desk, his tie loosened like he'd been dealing with

Sarah?" he asked, his tone

unsure of where to begin. "It's about

The woman staying with you

showing

his brow

"She's playing some kind of game. I

let out a bitter laugh. "He thinks I'm

tapped his fingers on the desk, considering my words. "Do you

her room,"

And, Sarah... be careful. If you're

passed, my suspicions grew stronger. Isabelle wasn't just trying to fit in-she was trying

she became this picture of helpfulness, cooking dinner, tidying up, offering to

at me with a smug little smile when his back

of coffee, which I usually