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

Richard

pov.

It had been a month since our trip to the nearby town. Sarah was now in her eighth month, and every day, I marveled at how gracefully she handled the ups and downs of pregnancy. But today was about more than just her strength-it was about giving her a moment to remember forever.

I had planned a re-engagement surprise for her, one that would let her know how much she meant to me, now and always.

"Martins, hurry up with the banner!" I called out as my best friend tried to figure out which end of the ribbon went where. He muttered something about not being a decorator, but I ignored him.

The house was chaotic, but the good kind. At least, that's what I kept telling myself as I rushed from one end of the living room to the other, adjusting balloons and making sure the decorations didn't look like a Pinterest project gone wrong. I wanted everything to be perfect for Sarah. After everything we'd been through, she deserved that-and more.

"Richard, mate, you need to chill," Martins said from the sofa, holding up a banner that read "Will You Marry Me Again?" with a half-amused grin. "You're acting like she's gonna grade you on this."

I stopped mid-step, glaring at him. "She's not grading me. I just want her to feel special."

"You could've just handed her some flowers and said, 'Let's do this again.' She'd say yes," Martins teased. "But no, you've got candles, lights, balloons... what's next? Fireworks?"

"Don't tempt me," I muttered, walking past him to double-check the table setup.

"Seriously, though," Martins continued, "what's the point of all this? Sarah's already locked you down. You're just giving her a reason to roll her eyes at you later." "She's not going to roll her eyes," I said, glancing over my shoulder. "This is about making her feel special. After everything she's been through, she deserves this." Martins smirked, his sharp features crinkling with amusement. "You're whipped, my friend. Completely, utterly whipped."

"And proud of it," I shot back, though the corner of my mouth twitched.

The doorbell rang, cutting off whatever comeback Martins had lined up. I hurried to answer it, finding Zoe standing there with her suitcase in one hand and her free hand propped on her hip. I called her. It was part of the surprise. And I really needed someone who knew what Sarah would like.

"Finally!" she exclaimed, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. "I thought I'd walk into a grand masterpiece, and instead, I find chaos. Typical Richard."

"Good to see you too, Zoe," I said dryly.

She dropped her suitcase by the door and took in the decorations. "Okay, first of all, what is this color scheme? Pink and gold? Were you planning a princess party?" "Leave him alone," Martins said, getting up from the couch. "It's endearing, in a pathetic sort of way."

"Don't you have something useful to do?" I asked, glaring at him.

"Nope." He plopped back down with a satisfied grin.

boys, enough," Zoe interjected, clapping her hands. "Richard, where do you need me? I'm here to save this

the back of my neck. "Just... help with the table setup,

said, rolling up her sleeves. "But if this looks bad, I'm taking over

at home. It gave us a few hours to get everything ready-or at least,

I said, stepping

a deep

"Speaking," I replied.

need to inform you that Ms. Isabelle has escaped from the

the

three days," he continued, his tone almost apologetic. "We've been trying to locate

thought it best to alert me now?" My voice rose despite my best

your frustration, sir.

him off. "Do you have any leads? Any idea where she

officer admitted. "We'll keep

the phone into my pocket. My chest felt tight, a mix

Martins' voice pulled

him and Zoe watching

I said through gritted

to her mouth. "What? How?

"And no one thought to tell

out a low whistle, shaking his head. "That's

snapped, already moving toward the door. "Sarah's out there. I

Zoe said firmly, stepping in front

of the way," I said, my patience wearing

said, her voice unwavering. "You can't tell her. She's eight months pregnant, Richard. Do you really want to stress her

right to

serious. "Look, we'll tighten security. Lock this place down.

urge to run out the door and

muttered. "But I'm calling in extra

baby shower

Zoe said, her tone softer