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

Chapter 116

Sarah's POV

The next morning, I sat in my car outside the house, my hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles turned white.

The warmth of the sun streaming through the windshield felt out of place-mocking, almost. It was a new day, but the heaviness in my chest remained the same.

I had gone to sleep in a hotel the previous night, you don't expect me to sleep in the same house as the guy who doesn't believe me, right?

Of course, he had tried calling me, and messaging me. I had sent a message to not search for me and switched off my phone.

You're pregnant. The doctor's words echoed in my mind, and for a moment, I felt a flutter of joy.

A baby. Richard's baby. But then the doubts and fears came rushing in. Could I bring a child into this mess? Into a home where I wasn't even sure of my place anymore?

I sighed, finally pulling myself out of the car. I had to face it. The house. Richard. Isabelle. All of it.

The smell of fresh coffee hit me as I opened the door, and for a split second, it felt like a normal morning.

I wanted to hold onto that illusion, to pretend everything was fine. But then I saw Richard at the dining table, his head buried in his hands.

He looked up when he heard the door shut. "Sarah."

There was relief in his voice, but I wasn't ready to meet him halfway. Not yet. I dropped my bag by the door and crossed my arms. "Morning."

"You switched off your phone," he said, his tone soft, almost hesitant. "I didn't know where you were. I was worried."

I scoffed. "Were you? You seemed pretty comfortable last night."

Richard frowned, the confusion on his face genuine. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Isabelle," I snapped. "Wearing your shirt. Laughing with you. Acting like she owns this place."

the back of his neck. "Sarah, it wasn't what it looked like.

was the best solution?" My voice rose, and I hated how shaky it

this right now?" he said, standing up. "I don't want

thought about that before letting her walk all over us!" I regretted the words as soon as they left my mouth, but the anger bubbling inside wouldn't let me back down. Richard's face hardened. "She's

"Right. A rough time. That's why

is she constantly around you? Open your

respond, but a voice from

what you think of me, Sarah?" Isabelle stood there, her arms crossed, her face a mask

stomach churned. Of course, she'd overheard. She always managed to show up at the worst

Richard," I said, my voice

with unshed tears. "Not when

trembling. "I don't understand why she hates me so

torn, glancing between us.

I snapped.

me," Isabelle said, her voice barely above a whisper. "All I've ever tried to do is help. To be part of this family." "Family?" I repeated, my voice sharp. "You're not family. You're a

Richard said, his

to him, my chest tightening. "You're

the peace," he said. "This is our home. I don't want it to

my bag and heading toward the stairs.

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like I was drowning, and no one

the chat with Zara. She was halfway across the world, managing my company in Mexico, but I needed her now more than ever. Me: I

reply came almost instantly. *Zara*: What happened? Tell

series of frantic messages, detailing everything-Isabelle's behavior, Richard's indifference. By the time I hit send, my hands were shaking. Her response was exactly what I needed. Zara: That woman sounds like a

Too late. I'm booking my

days, I smiled. Zara's fiery determination was exactly

just sit back and let her tear my life apart.

her past, but there had to be something. People didn't just appear out

to mind-the one of her and her father. I couldn't shake the feeling