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

Richard pov.

Morning came soon. The soft hum of the machines in Sarah's room provided a false sense of calm, but every beep reminded me she was hanging on by a thread. My chest felt heavy with every passing second, waiting for her to open her eyes, to tell me everything would be okay.

Zoe and Martins stayed close, their presence quiet but steady. Zoe would occasionally bring coffee or attempt to distract me with updates on the baby, but my focus stayed on Sarah. Martins had taken over the logistics-coordinating with hospital staff, keeping everyone updated, and ensuring the security team outside wasn't slacking.

It was just after 7 a. m. when my phone buzzed in my pocket, the vibration snapping me out of my daze. I saw the caller ID and immediately stepped out of the room to take the call. "This better be good," I snapped, my voice low but sharp.

"Mr. Wright," a familiar voice responded-it was Derek, head of my security team. "We've apprehended Isabelle."

The words didn't register immediately. "Wait... what?"

"She was caught trying to climb out of the penthouse using the fire escape. One of our men spotted her."

I gripped the phone tightly, anger bubbling beneath the surface. "How the hell did she get in in the first place?"

There was a pause, one that felt far too long for my liking.

"We're still investigating that, sir. There's no sign of forced entry. It seems... she had access codes."

"Access codes?" My voice rose, echoing down the sterile hospital hallway. A nurse passing by gave me a concerned glance, but I waved her off.

"That's correct, sir. We believe she may have had help from someone on the inside. We're reviewing the security footage now."

I pinched the bridge of my nose, fighting to keep my temper in check. "You mean to tell me that after all the precautions we took, she still managed to get past your so-called 'tight security'? And now you're telling me she had help?" "Mr. Wright, I assure you-"

Don't assure me. Fix this. Find out who helped her and make sure they never step foot near my family again. And keep

without waiting for a response, my hand

boiled at the thought of that woman roaming freely, endangering Sarah and our baby. Whoever had helped her would pay for this, and

heavier than before. Zoe looked up from her seat

like you're about to punch a hole

glancing at Sarah. She looked so peaceful, her face free of the usual worries and stress. It was deceptive, cruel almost, how she

finally, my voice tight. "They caught her trying to escape

flying to her mouth. "She was still

she even get in?"

access codes. Someone must've given them to

his breath. "This just keeps getting better and better, doesn't

gentle. "Richard, sit down. You're running on fumes, and you're not helping anyone by wearing yourself

sit down," I snapped, immediately regretting my tone when I saw the hurt flash across her face. "I'm sorry. I just... I can't. Not when Sarah's like this. Not when that lunatic was in our home." "She's

hand through my hair. "I should've

but firm. "Don't start blaming yourself. You did

but the lump in my throat made

by Sarah's bedside, my hand

right," I said softly. "I'll keep you safe. I'll keep her

open, and a nurse stepped in, holding a clipboard. "Mr. Wright, we've received an update on your daughter. Would you like to

mention of our baby girl. She was here, alive, but I hadn't

not going sooner, but

voice

hesitated, glancing at Martins. "You'll