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

Sarah

pov.

It was one of those days. You know the kind. Where everything seems to go wrong, even when nothing in particular happens.

It started in the morning, when I woke up feeling off-like my skin was too tight, or maybe my brain was running at full speed while my body was stuck in slow motion. I couldn't put my finger on it, but I knew something wasn't right.

Richard had already gone into work by the time I crawled out of bed, the house quiet around me.

I rubbed my eyes, feeling the exhaustion in every part of me. Pregnancy hormones, they'd warned me. A rollercoaster, they said.

But today, it felt like I was stuck at the bottom of the hill, and all I could see was the long, steep climb ahead.

I had a plan for the day. Nothing too exciting, just some errands and cleaning up around the house.

But every time I tried to do something, I'd get distracted or feel overwhelmed, like I couldn't focus on anything for more than a few minutes.

I ended up sitting on the couch, staring out the window at the rain. It was all I could manage.

I was halfway through scrolling on my phone when the tears started. They came out of nowhere, and honestly, I couldn't even tell you why.

There wasn't anything that had happened, nothing that should've made me feel this way.

But there I was, sitting on the couch, wiping my face and trying to pull myself together. It felt stupid. I felt stupid.

I knew it was the hormones. Everyone said pregnancy made you emotional, but it didn't make it any easier to deal with.

worse-the sudden rush of tears or the

deep breaths, and reminding myself that I was okay. I was going to be okay. This was just a phase,

my limit. I

It was a small, cozy place tucked away on a quiet street, the kind of store that

paper and coffee, and there was always something comforting about the shelves of books

classical music playing in the

first, letting the serenity of the place wash over me. I didn't

the parenting section, glancing at the titles. The Complete Guide to Baby Care.

smiled a little. It felt funny, looking at books about babies. Sometimes I felt like I was still just

maybe I didn't have to know everything right

picked up a few books, leafing through them slowly. There was one that caught my eye-Baby's

but it was the illustrations that drew me in. The little smiling faces, the soft colors, and the reminder

it under my arm and kept looking, feeling like I could breathe for the first

pile of books next to me. I wasn't rushing to go anywhere, just sitting in the quiet, letting the calm settle in my

all felt so overwhelming in the morning, how I'd barely

so focused on the idea of being a mom that I hadn't really stopped to think about

think he'd understand better than anyone. He always seemed

was as if I had finally allowed myself to stop pretending everything was fine and just admitted that I needed a break. By the time I got home, the rain had

hum of the kitchen comforting. I wasn't ready to talk about my day yet, but I knew Richard would be home soon, and I could tell him about it when he got here. When he walked through the door, he smiled at me, his eyes softening. "Hey,"

a small smile. "Better

eyebrow. "Oh

the bookstore." I shrugged, stirring the pasta sauce on

he was trying to read between the lines.

"Yeah, just... hormones, you know? Feeling a little emotional today. It was nice