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.

said, her voice

drew in a deep breath. "There's this 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..."

hands fidgeting with

to make

hallway. "No one else knows. Not even

to concern. "Wait. Why haven't you told him? He's the dad,

the dad!" I snapped, then sighed. "I just... I don't know how to tell him. Things between us are already a mess. And with

and messing with your marriage?" Zoe's voice was sharp now. "Sarah, this

is Zoe. "I know," I said, burying my face in my hands.

You're overwhelmed, and rightfully so. But you can't keep this bottled up. You need to confront them-both of them." "I don't know if

built a life, a career-you're about to be a mom,

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

Richard's POV

up the space. "Well, if it isn't the famous Richard himself,"

glad to see her. "What are you doing

she said bluntly, plopping

was refreshing, and for a moment, I

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

eyes lit up, and she gave Martins an exaggerated

he said, grinning. "Friend, confidant, occasional

said, standing and extending her hand. "Friend, confidant, and