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.

of this!" Isabelle snapped, her

widening at the sight of the knife. She quickly masked her shock with

don't we all take a deep

as she pointed the knife at me. "You need to leave, Sarah. Leave Richard and

not going

emotion. "You don't deserve him. He was supposed to be

her back, her fingers moving swiftly. I kept my

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

never lost someone like I have. You don't know what it's like to love someone

softening. "You're right. I don't know what that's like. But

moment, I thought I'd gotten through to her. But then her grip on the knife tightened, and she glared at me with renewed fury. "You don't get to say

Richard's POV

the study when Zara's frantic

you need to get to the kitchen. Now," she

wrong?" I asked,

got a knife, and she's losing it. Sarah's in there with

to respond. I sprinted down the hall, my heart pounding in

sight froze me in place.

into

toward me, her eyes wild. "Richard!

his face pale.

of this, Martins," I

cautious step forward, keeping my hands raised. "Isabelle, listen to me. This isn't

her face. "You don't understand,

who stood frozen, her face pale but determined. "Isabelle, I was never yours," I said

were David, and David

closer to Isabelle, my voice firm. "David is gone, Isabelle. I'm not

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