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.

time," she said, her voice gentle

photograph," I began. "It showed up out of nowhere-surveillance photos of Richard and me, documents about his past deals. And it's not just that..." Zoe's eyes widened as I trailed

fidgeting with my

gasp was loud enough to make

hallway. "No

excitement, then to concern.

the dad!" I snapped, then sighed. "I just... I don't know how to tell him. Things between

your house and messing with your marriage?"

know," I said, burying my face in my

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

said firmly. "You're stronger than this, Sarah. You've built a life, a career-you're

words lit a spark in me, one I hadn't

Richard's POV

the living room when I walked in. She turned, her bright grin immediately lighting up the space. "Well, if it isn't the famous Richard himself," she said, throwing her arms out

but genuinely glad to see her. "What are you doing

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

a moment, I

front door opened, and Martins walked in. "Richard, you've got-oh, hello," he

and she gave Martins an exaggerated once-over. "And who's this

grinning. "Friend, confidant,

and extending her hand. "Friend, confidant,