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.

arm.

waved a hand,

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

Sarah said, her tone lighter now. "But seriously,

me. "And you-take good care of her, okay? She's got that whole 'mom-to-be glow' thing going, but I know she's probably still

keep her in check," I promised. "And I'll make sure she actually takes

For the first time in what felt like ages, she looked genuinely relaxed. "Long flight ahead," I said, nudging her gently. "What's the over-under on you falling asleep

I'm too comfortable to nap just yet.

back myself. "It feels

softly. "Chaos? It wasn't

remember the great snack debacle on the jet? Or the time Zoe made me pretend I knew how to read

few moments. But you

along the lines of a trophy,"

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 in between-but

her

stepping back, for trusting your team, for taking care

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

and making plans for

***

the comforting mix of lavender and the faintest hint of coffee lingering in the

hallway, stretching as I took in the sight of our

sweet home," I said, turning to Sarah, who was