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

Chapter 135

Richard

pov.

The doorbell rang earlier than expected, cutting through the quiet of the morning.

I glanced at the clock on the microwave-9:30 a. m. Marina wasn't supposed to get here until noon. I was in sweatpants, barely awake, and halfway through making tea. "Must be Marina," I muttered, setting the kettle down.

Sarah looked up from the couch, where she'd been scrolling through her phone. Her face immediately shifted, her smile tightening in a way only I could catch. "Already?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"She's early," I said, trying to keep my tone casual, though I felt a twinge of guilt. Marina always had a knack for surprising us, and not always in a good way.

I headed for the door, taking a deep breath. Marina and I had always been close, but I knew how she could come across-especially to Sarah.

She had this way of making her opinions feel like lectures, delivered with just enough condescension to make you question every decision you'd ever made. "Richard!" Marina exclaimed as soon as I opened the door, her arms outstretched. She engulfed me in a hug that smelled like perfume and hairspray, her usual combination. "Marina," I said, forcing a smile. "You're early."

"I wanted to surprise you!" she chirped, stepping inside before I could invite her. Her suitcase clattered against the floor as she looked around the room. "Where's Sarah?" "Right here," Sarah said, standing up from the couch. Her voice was friendly, but I caught the slight edge beneath it.

"Sarah," Marina said, drawing out her name like she was trying it on for size. She smiled brightly and gave Sarah a once-over. "Look at you! Glowing already. I can see it."

Yeah. I told her about Sarah's pregnancy and all the drama of the past and I made her promise not to bring those up in Sarah's presence.

Sarah's hand moved instinctively to her stomach, even though there wasn't much to show yet. "Hi, Marina. It's been a while."

dying to catch up. And what perfect timing. Early pregnancy is so important, you know. Every little decision makes such a difference!" And there it was-the opening volley. I glanced at Sarah, hoping she wouldn't

made herself completely at home. She sat cross-legged in the armchair, sipping her tea like she owned the place, and had already transitioned into full-on pregnancy consultant mode. "So," she said, setting her mug down with a decisive clink, "what are the doctors saying about your diet, Sarah? I hope they've told you to cut out caffeine entirely.

"They said small amounts are fine," she said, her tone

I wouldn't risk it. And sugar-are you avoiding that too? Empty calories. Not good for

"Hey, Marina, did you

a hand dismissively. "Oh, I didn't bother. Football feels so trivial compared to raising a child, don't you think? But back to the topic-Sarah, are you taking those supplements with folic acid? They're a lifesaver, truly." Sarah forced a smile. "Yes, Marina. The

if she were personally responsible for the prescription. "And exercise! Light

over the rim of her mug. She looked like she wanted to scream, but instead, she just took a long, slow

were left alone in the living room. She sank back onto the couch, letting

I said cautiously, sitting down next

me a look that could've melted steel. "Not so

raising my hands

been here for four hours, Richard. Four. Hours. And she's

entirely believe it. "You know how she

the cushions. "It doesn't feel like 'well-meaning.' It feels like she's waiting for me

giving it a squeeze. "Look, if she crosses a line,

a happy

"We're going to

softening. "You're

leaning in to kiss her forehead. "But

in the

yet?" she asked, looking directly

mid-sip of her chamomile tea. "We're...