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."

of his neck. "Sarah, it wasn't what it looked like. She didn't have anything to

the best solution?" My voice rose, and

this right now?" he said, standing up.

as soon as they left my mouth, but the anger bubbling inside wouldn't let me back down. Richard's face hardened. "She's not walking all over us. She's just... going through a rough

bitterly. "Right. A rough time. That's why

you? Open your

but a

Isabelle stood there, her arms crossed,

she'd overheard. She always managed to show up

me and Richard," I said, my

softly, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

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

looked torn, glancing

what?" I snapped. "Tell the

know 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 stranger we let into our home. And

Richard said, his tone

to him, my chest

he said. "This is our home.

bag and heading toward the stairs. "And you're too blind to see who's pulling

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like I was drowning, and no one

company in Mexico, but I needed

*Zara*: What happened? Tell

exactly what I needed. Zara: That woman sounds

I'm booking my

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

solve anything. Isabelle was still here, and I couldn't just sit back and let her tear my life apart. I had to do

little about her past, but there had to be

her and her father. I couldn't shake the feeling