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

Chapter 132

Richard

pov.

The morning sun streamed through the hotel windows as I zipped up the last of our suitcases.

The trip had been a whirlwind-work, family, moments of laughter, and the occasional bit of chaos. But now, it was time to head home.

I glanced over at Sarah, who was double-checking her carry-on bag. She looked focused, but there was a softness to her expression that hadn't been there a few weeks ago.

"Do you really need to go through that again?" I teased, sitting on the edge of the bed. "You're making me nervous, like we're smuggling gold bars or something."

Sarah shot me a mock glare. "Well, I don't trust you not to have forgotten something important. Do you remember that time in Paris when you left my charger at the hotel?"

I groaned, holding up my hands. "You're never letting me live that down, are you?"

"Not a chance," she said, smirking before zipping up her bag.

A knock on the door interrupted us. Zoe strolled in, sunglasses perched on her head like she was the star of some tropical travel magazine.

"I figured I'd catch you two before you disappeared," she said, leaning casually against the doorframe. "And, you know, make sure you're not planning to take half the hotel's inventory with you." Sarah laughed, shaking her head. "Oh please, you're just here for a final victory lap to remind me how much better you're running the office these days."

Zoe grinned. "Guilty. But seriously, it's been great having you both here. Though I might need a vacation myself now. Managing you is no small task, Sarah."

but chuckle. "She's

my arm. "You're supposed to

waved a hand, brushing off

handled here. You two should focus on what's next. And don't worry-we'll call you if we accidentally burn the

lighter now. "But seriously, Zoe, thanks for everything.

She's got that whole 'mom-to-be glow' thing going, but I know she's probably still stressing about a

promised. "And I'll make sure

her hand resting lightly on her belly. For the first time in what felt

and smirked. "I'm not that predictable. Besides, I'm too comfortable to nap just yet. These seats

leaning back myself.

"Chaos? It

Or the

were a few moments. But you handled it well. I think you've earned

the lines of a trophy," I

out, I glanced at her, marveling at how at ease she seemed. She had spent so much of the trip worrying-about work, about the baby, about everything

me, her expression

taking care of yourself. You've grown so much, Sarah. It's amazing

leaning her head against my shoulder. "Thanks, Richard. That means a

rest of the flight talking quietly, reminiscing about the trip and making plans for the future. It felt

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greeted us as we stepped through the door, the comforting mix

in the hallway, stretching as I took in the sight of

home," I said, turning to Sarah, who was already slipping off her shoes and