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.

out of this!" Isabelle snapped, her

the sight of the knife.

we all take a deep breath? It's too

to leave, Sarah. Leave Richard and never come

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

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

her back, her fingers moving

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

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

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

name, her face crumpled, and for a moment, I thought I'd gotten through to her. But then her grip on the knife tightened, and she glared at me with renewed

Richard's POV

the study when

get to

I asked,

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

respond. I sprinted

place. Isabelle stood

I said sharply, stepping into the room.

head snapped toward me, her

face pale. "Uh, this looks

of this,

"Isabelle, listen to me. This isn't you. You're

shook her head violently, tears streaming down her face. "You don't understand, Richard. She's ruined everything!

Sarah, who stood frozen, her face pale but determined. "Isabelle, I

David,

"David is gone, Isabelle. I'm not him, and I

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