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

Chapter 138

Sarah pov

The morning sunlight spilled into the kitchen as I stood by the counter, slicing strawberries for breakfast.

I could hear Marina in the dining room, chatting away as if she'd been living here for years.

Her voice carried that same note of authority it always did, like she was the oracle of all things life-related. It made me grip the knife a little tighter.

I took a deep breath. You've got this, Sarah. Be polite but firm. Don't let her steamroll you again.

Carrying the fruit bowl to the table, I put on my best neutral expression. Marina glanced up from her coffee, smiling that patronizing smile of hers. "Good morning, Sarah! Did you sleep well? I hope you're keeping an eye on your sleep schedule-it's crucial at this stage, you know."

"Yes, thank you, Marina," I replied, setting the bowl down. "I've been following the doctor's advice."

"Oh, doctors," she said, waving a hand dismissively. "They mean well, but they don't see the whole picture. When my sister was pregnant, she had this incredible herbal tea that helped with everything. I can send you the recipe if you want." I slid into the chair across from her, willing myself to stay calm. "I appreciate the suggestion, but I think I'll stick with what the doctor recommended. It's what feels right for me."

Marina raised an eyebrow, her smile never faltering. "Well, of course, it's your choice. I just hope you're not being too rigid. Flexibility is key when you're growing a baby. You don't want to look back and regret not doing enough."

I felt the sting of her words more than I cared to admit. "I don't think I'm being rigid. I'm just... cautious."

"Cautious is good," she said, leaning forward as if sharing a secret. "But too cautious? That can be harmful too. You've got to let go a little, Sarah."

my best every day? Did she really think I needed her unsolicited advice to

my voice tight. "But I think we've got it

again, unbothered. "Of course, dear.

we left the house for an

on coming along, claiming she needed the fresh air. I'd hoped the outing would ease the tension, but

a steady stream of commentary. "You know, walking is good, but have you thought about swimming? It's much gentler on the joints. I bet there's a prenatal class around here somewhere." "I'll look into it," I said flatly, wishing I could evaporate

really should. And don't even get me started on the importance of proper

muttered, feeling the heat rise in

at their feet. Marina slowed her pace, eyeing them

"Sarah, you're not planning to do everything yourself after the

mortified. The women on the bench glanced over, their conversation

I said, forcing a

I hope so. But it's a lot of work,

walked ahead, hoping to put some distance between us, but Marina kept up, oblivious-or maybe indifferent-to the impact

I shut the bedroom door behind me and sank onto the bed, my head in my hands. The tears came fast and

have to make me feel like this? Like I wasn't doing enough, like

he sat beside me, his hand resting

voice shaky. "She's-she's just too much, Richard. I can't take it anymore. Every comment, every suggestion... It's like she's picking me

sighed, his hand moving in slow, soothing circles on my back. "I know she's been overstepping. I've been