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

put her hands on her hips. "Well, if you're going to go for the 'effortless chic' look, Richard, I'll leave you to

tablet from the bed, obviously done with this entire conversation. "I'll be in the living room. Let me know when she's

to Sarah, who was

now. "I feel like I'm not prepared. I'm

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

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

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

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

"That sounds

***

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

minute we boarded, Sarah collapsed into the plush seat, looking a little

asked,

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

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

her hand gently. "Take it easy,

was sitting across from us, glanced over. "Shouldn't you be asking for some crackers or ginger ale or something?" she asked with

Sarah said, managing a weak smile.

still keeping an eye on her. The last thing I wanted was for

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

busy scrolling

work nonstop, even on a private jet, but that was

right now?" I asked, half-laughing. "We're

the office isn't going to