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

Chapter 124

Richard's

pov.

The day was turning out to be more chaotic than I'd imagined. I'd thought a quick getaway would be easy, but between Sarah's packing and Zoe's nonstop critiques, it felt like a full-on operation. "Sarah, you can't seriously be thinking of packing this" Zoe said, holding up a chunky sweater like it was a crime against fashion.

"I might need it if it gets cold," Sarah countered, her hands fluttering nervously over the clothes laid out on the bed. I could already see she was getting stressed out, and we hadn't even left the house yet.

"I stay in Mexico. It's not cold. You don't need a sweater," Zoe replied, looking at Sarah like she was insane.

I leaned against the doorframe, watching the two of them go back and forth. "Come on, Sarah," I teased. "It's just a week getaway. We're not trekking through the Arctic."

"Thank you," Zoe added with a satisfied smirk, as if I'd just delivered some kind of profound truth.

Sarah sighed dramatically. "But what if we go to a nice dinner, and I need something fancy? What if we meet someone important? I have to be prepared."

"Sweetheart, you're going to Mexico, not a gala," Zoe said, with a roll of her eyes.

I crossed my arms, enjoying the show. "Maybe Sarah's thinking ahead. She's got the whole 'international woman of mystery' vibe going with this look," I said, motioning to the pile of clothes that was rapidly spreading across the bed. Sarah shot me a playful glare but smiled. "I'm just trying to get it right."

Zoe sighed again. "You're overpacking. And you definitely don't need that blazer." She grabbed a blazer from the pile and waved it in the air like it was a flag of surrender.

"No, I might need it," Sarah insisted, her voice growing more desperate. "I can't just show up in a t-shirt, Zoe. What will people think?"

I chuckled, stepping into the room and putting a hand on Sarah's shoulder. "Sarah, you could wear a paper bag, and people would still think you're amazing. Don't stress about it." Zoe raised an eyebrow. "A paper bag? Really, Richard?"

I shrugged. "I mean, she's got the kind of charm that makes anything look good. Even a paper bag."

me. "See? Someone gets

"Well, if you're going to go for the 'effortless

entire conversation. "I'll be in the living room. Let

watching Zoe leave the room. Then, I turned to Sarah, who was looking at

"I feel like I'm not prepared. I'm trying to be-everything feels like it's slipping away, and I don't know how

her, taking her hand. "You don't need to prepare for everything. The only thing you need to focus on right now is taking care of yourself. We're going to Mexico. We're going to relax. We don't have to impress anyone." She nodded, but I could see the worry in her eyes. "You're right. I just... I've been out of the loop for so long. I don't

"You're not lost. And besides, if you feel lost, I'll be there to help you find

that, her mood lightening a bit. "Okay, okay. I'll stop

I said. "And if you need a t-shirt, I've got plenty you

grinned. "That sounds

***

was a lot more comfortable than I'd expected. It was spacious, quiet, and the

plush seat, looking

asked, sitting

otherwise. "I'm fine," she said, though her voice was a little strained. "Sure?" I pressed, placing my

little nauseous," she admitted, giving me an apologetic look. "I'm hoping it'll

gently. "Take it easy, alright? I've

asking for some crackers or ginger ale or something?" she asked with a raised brow, half-joking,

said, managing a weak smile.

still keeping an eye on her. The last thing I wanted was for her to feel uncomfortable, especially on a trip that was supposed to be a

was part of the deal with being in the first trimester. Sometimes she felt great, sometimes not so

my attention to Zoe, who was busy scrolling

could work nonstop, even on a private jet, but that was Zoe for you. A whirlwind of efficiency

I asked, half-laughing. "We're supposed

isn't going to run itself," she muttered, tapping