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-"

my anger bubbling to the surface. "You're obsessed with Richard. And don't deny

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

previous day to not confront her at all, otherwise, Zoe would

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

waiting. "Then what is

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

time. I had already

I said firmly. "Richard wasn't your

her eyes wide with

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

He always has been. You need to stop this delusion before it destroys what little shred of kindness I have left

has nothing to do with you," she

do with me. You're messing with my baby's life, and I don't take kindly to

Richard's POV

room, and my stomach sank. Martins looked up from his drink, raising an eyebrow. "That doesn't sound good," he

sighed, setting down my glass. "I should

fault. I already

heading to the door. As I approached

Sarah say, her tone firm. "You're not

turned on Sarah, her face twisted with rage. "You can't make

at me. Sarah's face was flushed with anger, while Isabelle looked like a cornered animal, her eyes darting between me

her voice trembling with frustration. "She's

Isabelle, my heart sinking.

her voice trembling. "You don't remember what

her eyes, but her expression remained defiant. "You've

is dead. And Richard