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.

much of it then,

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

A week turned into

Back to present.

my morning coffee without asking how I

she said brightly, handing me

cautious sip. It was exactly how I liked it-two sugars, a splash of cream, the tiniest pinch of cinnamon. I hadn't told

laughed lightly. "Oh, no.

didn't sit right with

needed to talk to

family lawyer, he had a way of seeing things clearly. When I called him, I didn't mention Isabelle

just need to

course," Martins replied. "Want to meet

met that afternoon. Martins was sitting behind his desk, his tie loosened like he'd been dealing with a

mind, Sarah?" he asked,

hesitated, unsure of where to begin.

"Isabelle? The woman

keeps showing

his brow furrowed. "What exactly

took a deep breath, trying to organize my thoughts. "She's playing some kind of game. I don't know

a bitter laugh. "He thinks I'm

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

pictures of Richard in her room," I admitted. "But they are not

updated. And, Sarah... be

suspicions grew stronger. Isabelle wasn't just trying

this picture of helpfulness,

way she glanced at me with a smug little smile when his back was

the exhaustion. Even the smell of coffee, which I usually loved, made me feel