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

Chapter 120

Sarah's POV

I woke up to the smell of coffee brewing. For a moment, I thought Zara was up early, trying to impress me with breakfast.

But as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and padded down the stairs, the feeling of unease settled deep in my chest. The house was quiet-too quiet.

When I walked into the kitchen, the scene stopped me in my tracks. Isabelle stood by the counter, her back to me, gripping a knife.

She wasn't chopping vegetables or anything remotely domestic. She just stood there, the knife gleaming under the morning light. "Good morning," she said, her voice calm, almost cheerful.

My heart thudded painfully in my chest. "Isabelle?" I took a cautious step forward.

She turned slowly, and the smile on her face chilled me to the bone. "You're up early. Couldn't sleep?"

My eyes flicked to the knife in her hand. "What are you doing?"

Her smile faltered, and her grip on the knife tightened. "Thinking," she said. "About everything. About what's fair and what's not."

"Fair?" I echoed, trying to keep my tone light.

Her eyes flashed. "Yes, Sarah. Fair. Like how unfair it is that you came into Richard's life and ruined everything."

I swallowed hard, my palms sweating. "Isabelle, why don't you put the knife down? We can talk."

"Oh, we're talking," she said, her voice sharp. "I just want to make sure you hear me. Because you never listen, do you? You think you can have it all. Richard, the house, the perfect little life." She took a step closer, and I instinctively stepped back.

"I didn't take anything from you, Isabelle," I said, keeping my voice steady. "Richard was never yours."

Her face twisted in rage. "You liar! He was mine before you even existed in his world. You stole him, just like you're trying to steal everything else!"

"Sarah?" Zara's voice called from the hallway.

Isabelle snapped,

in the doorway, her eyes widening at the sight of

all take a deep breath? It's too early

knife at me. "You need to leave, Sarah. Leave

hands, my voice soft. "Isabelle, I'm not going anywhere. Richard and I are

said, her voice trembling with emotion. "You don't deserve him. He was supposed to be

her fingers moving swiftly. I kept my focus on Isabelle,

or Richard. This is about you. You're hurting, and I get

get it. You've never lost someone like I have. You don't

a cautious step forward, my voice softening. "You're right. I don't know what that's like. But I do know that hurting me won't bring

her grip on the knife tightened, and she glared at me with renewed fury. "You don't get to

Richard's POV

the study when

need to get to the

wrong?" I asked, already

she's losing it. Sarah's

Martins to respond. I sprinted down the hall, my heart

kitchen, the sight froze me in place. Isabelle stood inches

stepping into the room. "Put the knife

toward me, her eyes wild. "Richard! You're

behind me, his face pale. "Uh,

out of this, Martins,"

keeping my hands raised. "Isabelle, listen to me.

tears streaming down her face. "You don't understand,

her face pale but determined. "Isabelle, I was never yours," I

"No! You were David, and David was mine. You're supposed

firm. "David is gone, Isabelle.

her head, her sobs growing louder. "I can't! I