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

Chapter 140

Sarah pov.

By mid-morning, I'd had enough of Marina's relentless remarks. She had barely been awake for an hour and had already managed to critique my toast, my tea, and my posture at the breakfast table.

I needed an escape-or at least some good advice.

I grabbed my phone and slipped into the guest room, locking the door behind me for some much-needed privacy.

Zoe answered on the first ring, her chipper tone cutting through my frustration like a breath of fresh air.

"Sarah! How's my favorite boss lady-slash-baby incubator?"

I groaned. "I'm surviving. Barely."

"Oh no, Marina's still there, isn't she?" Zoe asked, her voice laced with amusement.

"She's practically set up camp," I said, flopping onto the bed. "This morning, she told me I should replace my toast with oatmeal because it's better for my digestion. And yesterday, it was water. She counted how many sips I took, Zoe. Counted."

Zoe burst into laughter, the kind that made me laugh too, even though I was still annoyed. "Wow. She sounds like the pregnancy police. Have you tried distracting her?" "Distracting her?" I asked, intrigued.

"Yeah! Give her something else to focus on. Like, throw some random household project her way. Or, better yet, just start agreeing with her in the most dramatic way possible. She'll either back off or think you've lost your mind."

I chuckled, the tension in my shoulders easing a bit. "That's... actually brilliant. Maybe I'll suggest she alphabetize the pantry or something."

doesn't work, call

lifesaver, Zoe. I don't know what I'd

this. Don't let her get to

lingered in my mind long after we hung up. For

I headed back to the kitchen with a renewed

tea and scrolling on her phone like she owned the place. Richard had gone upstairs to take a call,

was just reading an article about how staying active during pregnancy can improve the baby's health. Have you considered starting a light yoga routine? Or maybe swimming? It's so important

of snapping, I plastered on a smile. "That's a great suggestion, Marina. Maybe you

clearly not expecting that response. "Oh, well, I don't really

That's a shame," I said, grabbing a glass of water. "You'd be great at it. All that flexibility,

lips pursed, and I

about staying active, and we've got a great plan in place. So no need to worry-I've got it under control." For once, she didn't have a comeback. I

I felt like I was finally

comment about the "processed snacks" I'd bought during our grocery run-but they were starting to roll off me in a way they hadn't before. As

favorite mom-to-be holding up?" he asked, pressing a kiss to

finally learning how to handle

he said, raising

advice, I either agree with her in the most over-the-top way or change the subject. It's actually kind of fun watching her try to keep

just... hard sometimes. She always has

you feel or what you do. You're the one carrying this baby, and you're the one who knows what's best." His words washed over me like a balm, soothing the raw edges of my

I said, my voice steadier now. "I'm not going to let her get to me. This is our journey, and

he said, pulling

I realized something important: Marina's comments might not stop,