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

Chapter 119

Sarah's

pov.

The next day, Zoe and I spoke at length, she filled me with so many details and I really yearned to visit Mexico to see things for myself.

My business was booming and everything was going fine. Well, the figures were high, I've always looked at the stats here but hearing Zoe give me the live news was comforting.

It provided me with the sanity I needed. We sat in the living room watching a documentary but noone of us were really watching.

Martins and Richard were in the study discussing men's issues. Zara was sprawled on the couch, scrolling through her phone with a casualness that only she could manage in a moment like this. Meanwhile, Isabelle sat in the armchair by the window, her fingers tracing the edge of her mug as if lost in thought.

I had the photograph in my hand, the edges worn from how often I'd held it today. My chest tightened as I stared at it one last time before speaking.

"Isabelle," I started, my voice steady. "We need to talk."

She looked up, her expression calm but guarded. "What about?"

Zara straightened up, sensing the shift in the air. She shot me a quick glance, a silent you've got this.

I held up the photograph. "This."

Isabelle froze, her eyes darting to the picture. She swallowed, but her calm facade didn't crack. "Where did you find that?"

"Does it matter?" I shot back, my tone sharper than I intended. "I know you've been holding onto this. I know why you're here."

Her lips pressed into a thin line, and she set her mug down. "You don't understand-"

perfectly," I interrupted, my anger bubbling to the surface. "You're obsessed with Richard. And don't deny it because I've seen how you look

I was the one this is happening

day to not confront her at all, otherwise, Zoe

darted between me and Zara before settling on me. "It's not what you think, Sarah," she said softly. "Richard... he's not just some man to

arms, waiting. "Then

clutching the armrest of the chair. "He was my fiance,"

heart didn't skip a beat, not this time. I had

your

head snapped up, her eyes wide with

was your fiance, wasn't he? You were engaged to him, not Richard. You're just projecting your grief onto him because they look alike." Isabelle's face twisted, her lips trembling as if

You need to stop this delusion before it destroys what little shred of kindness I have left for you."

has nothing to do with

stood up, crossing her arms. "Oh, it has everything to do with me. You're messing with my baby's life, and

Richard's POV

living room, and my stomach sank. Martins looked up from his drink, raising

glass. "I

I already said you should send her

heading to the door. As I approached the living room, the voices grew louder, and

need to leave," I heard Sarah say, her tone firm.

room just as Isabelle turned on Sarah, her face twisted with rage. "You can't make me

flushed with anger, while Isabelle looked like a cornered animal,

Sarah said, her voice trembling with frustration. "She's claiming you're

at Isabelle, my heart

with defiance. "You don't remember, do you?" she said, her voice trembling. "You don't remember what we

up in her eyes, but her expression remained defiant. "You've forgotten, but I haven't. You're David. You're my

Isabelle," Sarah said sharply. "David is dead. And Richard is not