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

Chapter 128

Richard pov.

Sarah was buzzing with excitement as we arrived at the construction site. The sounds of drills and saws filled the air, and workers scurried around, doing their jobs as if they'd been doing it for years.

It was a familiar scene, one I'd seen many times over the years, but today, it felt a little different. Sarah was here, walking beside me with a clipboard in hand, ready to dive into the details of the project.

She was talking a mile a minute, her eyes bright and full of energy. I could see how much she loved this part of the job-walking the sites, talking to the workers, making sure everything was running smoothly. She was in her element. "This project is going so well," she said, her voice full of pride. "The foundation is solid, and the walls are going up just as planned. I think we might even finish ahead of schedule!"

I watched her, a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. She had always been passionate about the business, but there was something about the way she was talking today.

It was like she couldn't switch off. She was working as if she didn't have a baby growing inside her.

I understood that she wanted everything to go well, but I couldn't help but feel a little concerned.

I could see her checking her watch, glancing at the workers, making mental notes, and I knew she wasn't really taking a break. I had seen her like this before-pushing herself past the point of exhaustion, too proud to stop. "Sarah, maybe we should take a breather," I suggested, trying to keep my voice light. "You've been on your feet all day."

She didn't even look at me, too focused on the construction. "I'm fine, Richard. Just give me a minute. I want to check on the measurements again."

I knew that tone. She was in "work mode" and nothing was going to stop her. But I could see the way she was rubbing her lower back, a small wince crossing her face when she bent down to talk to one of the foremen. "Alright," I said, stepping a little closer to her. "But I think you're pushing it. If you're not careful, you'll burn out before the week's over. Maybe Zoe can take over for the rest of the afternoon?"

She shot me a look, the kind she usually gave when I was overprotective. "I can handle it, Richard. It's just a couple of hours. I'm not going to let this project fall behind."

I opened my mouth to argue, but I saw the way her shoulders were tense, the way she kept pushing herself further. It wasn't the first time I'd seen her do this, and I knew it wouldn't be the last. But it didn't make it any easier to watch. "Fine," I said reluctantly. "But I'm keeping an eye on you. Don't make me call for a break myself."

I saw the strain in her smile. "You're

spent the next hour going through the project together, and I kept my distance a little, letting her do her

anything more. I could see that she needed to feel in control,

had to keep an eye on her. She was doing everything she could to make sure the business was running smoothly-and it

back to the hotel and rest, I found

the hotel terrace, both of us enjoying the quiet for the first time in hours. I took a sip of my drink, watching the city as the lights flickered on. "You know,"

used to receiving compliments. "I'm just doing what I can," she said, waving her hand

adjusting to becoming a mom? Or

in charge, but she's not really been able to focus on that lately. It's hard for her. She wants to be everywhere, doing everything." "Sounds familiar,"

way-driven, focused. But now,

sighed. "I just want her to take it easy, you know? I keep reminding her

doing a good job, though. I can see it. You're making sure

just... I'm worried. It's not easy, and I can't

that's enough," Zoe said, her

gave her a small smile, then paused for a moment before changing the subject. "So, what about you? Are you sure you're

at her lips. "Don't even start with me. I'm fine. I have work to do, and I'm focusing on that. No

don't know, Zoe," I teased, "sounds like someone's been talking

"I miss his company,

laughed, raising my glass in mock

an exasperated look but couldn't hold back a laugh. "I'm just

bit in love with

love with him. I just think he's... fun to be around. That's

hands in surrender. "Alright, alright.