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-"

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

breath. "How wish I was the one this is happening to," she muttered,

day to not confront

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

waiting. "Then what is

the armrest of the chair. "He was my fiance," she finally said, her voice

didn't skip a beat, not this time. I had already pieced it together, already

I said firmly. "Richard wasn't your fiance. Your fiance was

snapped up, her eyes wide with shock. "Don't you

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

what I'm talking about," I snapped. "Richard is my fiance. He always has been. You need to stop this delusion before it destroys what little shred of kindness I

glare. "This has nothing to

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

Richard's POV

sounds of shouting reached me from the living room, and my stomach sank. Martins looked up from his drink, raising an eyebrow. "That doesn't sound

down my glass.

fault. I already said you

As I approached the

need to leave," I heard Sarah say,

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

look at me. Sarah's face was flushed with anger, while Isabelle looked like a cornered

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

stared at Isabelle, my heart sinking.

you?" she said, her voice trembling. "You don't remember what we had." I shook my head, confusion and disbelief swirling in my mind. "We never had anything, Isabelle. You

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

"David is dead. And Richard is