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.

this!" Isabelle snapped, her voice

the doorway, her eyes widening at the sight of

Why don't we all take a deep breath? It's too early for drama,

the knife at me. "You need to

voice soft. "Isabelle, I'm not

don't deserve him. He was supposed to be mine. You've ruined

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

me or Richard. This is about you. You're hurting, and I get that, but this isn't the way

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

right. I don't know what that's like. But I do know that hurting me won't

mention of his 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 fury.

Richard's POV

and I were halfway to the study

to get to the kitchen. Now," she

I

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

sprinted down

the sight froze me in place. Isabelle stood inches from Sarah, the

sharply, stepping into the room.

head snapped toward me, her eyes wild. "Richard!

me, his face pale. "Uh, this looks bad,"

of this, Martins,"

raised. "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! I had you, and she stole you from

face pale but

face twisted with anguish. "No! You were David, and David was mine.

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

growing louder.