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.

of tears or the feeling that

to calm myself down, taking deep breaths, and reminding myself that I

limit. I needed a break. A

spontaneous trip to my favorite bookstore. It was a small, cozy

warm inside, filled with the smell of paper and coffee, and there was always

felt the weight of the day start to lift. The soft sound of classical music playing in the background, the rows of neatly arranged books, the quiet hum of a few other customers-it was exactly what

the aisles aimlessly at first, letting the serenity of the place wash over me. I

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

little. It felt funny, looking at books about babies. Sometimes I felt like I was still just figuring out how to be

I didn't have to know everything right now. Maybe I

leafing through them slowly. There was one that caught my eye-Baby's First Year: A Journey

me in. The little smiling faces, the

arm and kept looking, feeling like I could breathe for

in my hands and a pile of books next

to think about my day-how it had all felt so overwhelming in

realized how much I needed this space, this time to myself. I'd been so focused on the idea of being a mom that I

I'd gone out. In fact, I think he'd understand better than anyone. He always seemed to get

felt like I was leaving a weight behind. It was as if I had finally allowed myself to stop pretending everything was fine and just admitted that I needed

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," he said, setting his bag down. "How's it

a small smile. "Better now. Had a little solo

eyebrow. "Oh yeah?

the pasta sauce on the stove. "Just needed some

trying to read between the

a little emotional today. It was nice to