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."

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 take the bait,

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

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

way she always did when she disagreed. "Well, I wouldn't risk it. And sugar-are you avoiding that too? Empty calories. Not good for the baby's

did you catch the match last night? I know you're always rooting for

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?

said, nodding as if she were personally responsible for the prescription. "And exercise! Light yoga is

she wanted to scream, but instead,

some fresh air," Sarah and I were left alone in the living room. She sank back onto the couch, letting out a

sitting down next to her. "That

shot me a look that could've melted

said, raising my hands

Four. Hours. And she's already questioned

just excited," I said, though I didn't entirely believe it. "You

shook her head, leaning back against the cushions. "It doesn't feel like 'well-meaning.' It feels like she's waiting for me to fail

she crosses a line, I'll step in. You shouldn't have to

this to be a happy time,

a happy time," I said, my voice firm. "We're going to have a baby, Sarah.

nodded slowly, her expression softening. "You're right.

leaning in to kiss her forehead. "But we'll

joined us in the living room for what she

yet?" she asked,

mid-sip of her chamomile tea.