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 feeling that I couldn't control

I was okay. I was going to be okay. This was just a phase, right? But it was still

reached my limit. I needed a

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

filled with the smell of paper and coffee, and there was always something comforting about

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

aisles aimlessly at first, letting the serenity of the place wash over me. I didn't know what I

the titles. The Complete Guide to Baby Care. What to Expect When You're

felt funny, looking at books about babies. Sometimes I felt like I

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

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

gentle advice, but it was the illustrations that drew me in. The little smiling faces, the

kept looking, feeling like I could breathe for

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

I started to think about my day-how it had all felt so overwhelming in the morning, how I'd

the idea of being a mom that I hadn't really stopped to think about what it meant for me

Richard wouldn't mind that I'd gone out. In fact, I think he'd understand better than anyone. He

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 a break. By the time I got home, the rain had stopped, and the evening light was soft, almost golden. It felt like the world was giving me a second

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

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

raised an eyebrow. "Oh

the pasta sauce

like he was trying to read between

giving him a tired smile. "Yeah, just... hormones, you know? Feeling a little emotional today. It was nice to get out