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

Chapter 118

Sarah's POV

The sound of a car pulling into the driveway sent a rush of relief through me. I glanced out the window and saw Zoe stepping out, her oversized sunglasses and bright red scarf making her impossible to miss. She waved enthusiastically at me before marching toward the front door like she owned the place.

When I opened the door, she didn't waste a second. "Sarah!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around me.

"You look... exhausted. Are they stressing you out here? Should I throw hands?"

I laughed despite myself. Zoe's energy was like a much-needed breeze on a suffocatingly hot day. "You don't know the half of it," I said, stepping aside to let her in.

She took a moment to look around, her nose wrinkling. "Nice place. But it feels like it's got tension baked into the walls."

I shut the door, already feeling lighter with her around. "Come on, I'll make us tea," I said, leading her to the kitchen.

Once we were seated, her vibrant personality filled the room. She didn't just talk-she commanded attention.

After a few jokes and stories about her chaotic flight, Zoe leaned forward, her expression softening.

"Alright, spill. What's going on? Pretend you're just telling me."

I hesitated. "It's a lot, Zoe," I admitted.

got time," she said, her voice gentle but

breath. "There's this photograph," I began. "It showed up out of nowhere-surveillance photos of Richard and me, documents about

fidgeting with

enough to

the hallway. "No one else

face shifted from shock to excitement, then to concern. "Wait. Why

I don't know how to tell him. Things between us

the woman living in your house and messing with your marriage?" Zoe's voice was

Zoe is Zoe. "I know," I said, burying my

off, you're not losing control. You're overwhelmed, and rightfully so. But you can't keep this bottled up.

You've built a life, a career-you're about to be a mom, for crying

spark in me, one

Richard's POV

her bright grin immediately lighting up the space. "Well, if it isn't the famous Richard himself," she said, throwing

said, surprised but genuinely glad to see her.

she said bluntly, plopping down on the couch. "You're welcome, by the

for a moment,

respond, the front door opened, and Martins walked in. "Richard, you've

up, and she gave Martins an exaggerated once-over.

said, grinning. "Friend, confidant, occasional lifesaver. And you

said, standing and extending her