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, her voice slicing through the

widening at the sight of the knife. She quickly

deep breath? It's too early for drama, don't you

knife at me. "You need to leave, Sarah. Leave Richard and never come back. He

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

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

calm, reached for her phone behind her back, her fingers moving swiftly. I kept my focus on Isabelle,

reason with her. "This isn't about me or Richard. This is about you. You're hurting,

someone like I have. You don't know what it's like to love someone so much that losing them breaks

cautious step forward, my voice softening. "You're right. I don't know what that's like. But I

her. But then her grip on the knife

Richard's POV

were halfway to the

to the kitchen. Now," she whispered

I asked,

knife, and she's losing

I sprinted down the hall, my

place. Isabelle stood inches from

sharply, stepping into

toward me, her eyes wild. "Richard!

me, his face pale.

out of this, Martins,"

keeping my hands raised. "Isabelle,

don't understand, Richard. She's ruined everything! I had you,

pale but determined. "Isabelle, I was

You were David, and David was mine. You're

closer to Isabelle, my voice firm. "David is gone, Isabelle. I'm not him, and I never was. You need to let

louder. "I can't! I can't lose