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.

"Well, if you're going to go for the 'effortless chic' look, Richard, I'll

"I'll be in the living room. Let me know when

room. Then, I turned to Sarah,

"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 to handle

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 want to feel lost when

lost. And besides,

mood lightening a bit. "Okay,

if you need a t-shirt, I've got plenty you can

grinned. "That sounds much

***

I'd expected. It was spacious,

the plush seat, looking a little pale but trying to hide it with a

alright?" I asked, sitting

the slight color in her cheeks told me otherwise. "I'm fine," she said, though her voice

a little nauseous," she admitted, giving me an

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

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

said, managing

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

part of the deal with being in the first trimester. Sometimes she felt great, sometimes not so much. I just needed to be there for the "not

attention to Zoe, who was busy scrolling through emails

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

really working right now?" I asked,

well, the office isn't going