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

Chapter 129

Sarah

pov.

I woke up feeling like I'd been hit by a truck. The world was spinning, and my stomach churned with the kind of nausea that made me want to crawl back into bed and never move again.

I blinked a few times, trying to shake off the dizziness, but it wasn't going away. In fact, it felt worse the more I tried to focus.

"Sarah? You okay?" Richard's voice cut through the fog in my brain, and I turned to see him standing in the doorway, his brow furrowed with concern.

I forced myself to sit up, the room spinning even more now. "Yeah, I'm fine," I lied, waving my hand dismissively. I hated the idea of making him worry. I didn't want him to see me like this. "Just... just a little tired, that's all." He didn't buy it. I could see the way his eyes narrowed, the protective instinct kicking in. "You don't look fine, Sarah. You're pale, and you're shaking. Do you want me to call someone?"

"No!" I nearly shouted, then winced as the movement made my head spin again. "No, I'm fine. I'm just... you know... a little sick. Pregnancy stuff."

I managed a small smile, trying to reassure him, though it didn't really work. "I'll be okay. I promise."

Richard didn't look convinced, but he didn't argue either. "Alright," he said slowly. "But you're not doing anything today, understand? I'm keeping an eye on you."

I wanted to protest, but honestly, the thought of getting out of bed made me want to curl up into a ball. "I'm fine. Really. Just... maybe a nap later?"

"Good," he said, his voice softening as he walked over to sit next to me. "Get some rest. I'll handle everything today."

"Thanks, Richard," I said, feeling guilty. I hated not being able to help. "I'll be fine, I promise. Just... need a little break."

on my shoulder. "Rest up, okay? I'll take

hated feeling so helpless. This

was still in bed, wrapped in blankets, trying to sleep off the sickness. I had finally managed to doze off when I heard a knock at the door. Richard opened it, and I heard Zoe's voice before I

room. "She's fine. Just some morning

needed to be. I opened my eyes to see her standing in the doorway, holding a large

I got you!" she said, practically bouncing into the

bag, she pulled a neon pink onesie with a

and honestly, it was exactly what I needed to cheer up. "Zoe, what in

baby shoes shaped like tacos. "And these! Just imagine it, Sarah. Your baby, rocking taco shoes. Adorable,

laughter. "Those are amazing! I'm so glad you've got my baby's fashion

shrugged, pretending to be serious. "What can I say? I'm

my eye, still giggling. "Thank

softening. "I know it's tough right now. Pregnancy is not always fun. And you're balancing so much-work, family, everything. But you've got this,

her, feeling a lump in my throat. "Thanks, Zoe. I don't always feel strong.

company, handling everything like

a lot sometimes. I don't want to let anyone down, but at

your back. Richard, me, the whole team. We're all here. So take a break when you need to. You don't always have to be the one to hold everything up." I nodded,

and stood up. "You'll figure it out. And until then,

feeling a little lighter than I had in hours. "You're

the evening, I was feeling much better. The nausea had finally passed, and I was able

restaurant was casual, with an outdoor patio that overlooked the city,

chatting with Zoe and a few other members of the team. As soon as he saw me, his face lit up with relief. "You feeling better?" he

that I was no longer stuck in bed. "Much better, thanks. I'm sorry about