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.

wasn't sure what was worse-the sudden rush of

spent the next half hour trying to calm myself down, taking deep breaths, and reminding myself that I

my limit. I needed a break.

jacket and decided on a spontaneous trip to my favorite bookstore. It was a small, cozy place tucked

and coffee, and there was always something

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

over me.

titles. The Complete Guide to Baby Care. What

books about babies. Sometimes I felt like I was still just figuring out how to

something comforting about being surrounded by all that knowledge. Like, maybe I didn't have to know everything right now. Maybe I just

was one that caught my eye-Baby's First Year: A Journey of Love and

little smiling faces, the soft colors, and

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

my hands and a pile of books next to me. I wasn't rushing to go anywhere,

sat there, I started to think about my day-how it had all felt so overwhelming

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

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

was fine and just admitted that I needed a break. By the time I got home, the rain

cooking dinner, the quiet 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

a small smile. "Better now. Had a little

an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? Where

the bookstore." I shrugged, stirring the pasta sauce

was trying to read

nodded, giving him a tired smile. "Yeah, just... hormones, you know? Feeling a little emotional today.