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."

wasn't what it looked like. She didn't have anything

solution?" My

we not do this right now?" he said, standing up. "I don't

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 not walking all over us. She's just...

rough time. That's why she's inserting herself into every corner of

you? Open

opened his mouth to respond, but a voice from

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

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

I said, my voice cold. "Stay out of

glistening with unshed tears. "Not when you're accusing me of something so

lip trembling. "I

glancing between

what?" I snapped. "Tell the

this family." "Family?"

Sarah," Richard said, his tone

my chest tightening. "You're defending

"This is our home. I don't want it to

is," I muttered, grabbing my bag and heading toward the stairs. "And

***

I collapsed onto the bed, tears streaming down my face. I felt like I was drowning, and no one was throwing me a lifeline. Not

chat with Zara. She was halfway across the world, managing my company in Mexico, but I needed

instantly. *Zara*: What happened?

heart out in a 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 nightmare. But you're stronger than this, Sarah.

Too late. I'm booking my flight

time in days, I smiled.

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

laptop and started digging. Isabelle had told us so little about her past, but there had to

from yesterday came to mind-the one of her and her father. I