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-"

obsessed with Richard. And don't

breath. "How wish I was the one this is happening to," she muttered, leaning back like she was about to pounce

day to not confront her

Zara before settling on me. "It's not what you think, Sarah," she said softly.

crossed my arms, waiting. "Then what is

chair. "He was my fiance,"

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

firmly. "Richard wasn't your fiance. Your fiance was David.

snapped up, her eyes wide with shock.

my voice gaining strength. "David 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 she were about to cry. "You don't know what you're talking

this delusion before it destroys what little shred of kindness I have left

shot her a glare. "This has nothing to

crossing her arms. "Oh, it has everything to do with me.

Richard's POV

and my stomach sank.

glass. "I

is your fault. I already said you should

him a look before heading to the door. As I

I heard Sarah say, her

just as Isabelle turned on Sarah, her face twisted with rage. "You can't make me leave! Richard wants me here. He needs me!" "What the hell is going on here?"

anger, while Isabelle looked like a cornered animal, her eyes darting between

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

my heart

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

expression remained defiant.

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