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-"

never step foot near my family again. And keep her contained until the police arrive.

my hand trembling as I shoved the

freely, endangering Sarah and our baby. Whoever had

back into Sarah's room, my footsteps heavier than before. Zoe looked up from her seat by the window, her brows furrowing when she

you're about to punch a hole in the

the usual worries and stress. It was deceptive, cruel almost, how she looked like she

finally, my voice tight.

flying to

she even get in?" Martins demanded,

head, pacing the room. "She had access

under his breath. "This

my arm, her touch gentle. "Richard, sit down. You're running

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 not going to hurt Sarah or the baby anymore," Zoe said firmly. "They've got

running a hand through my

firm. "Don't start blaming yourself. You did everything you could. No one could've predicted

wanted to argue, to tell him he was wrong, but the lump in my throat made it impossible

passed, and exhaustion began to take its toll. I sat by Sarah's bedside, my hand

keep you safe. I'll keep her safe. Just... please,

a nurse stepped in, holding a clipboard. "Mr. Wright, we've received an update on your

baby girl. She was here, alive, but

sooner, but leaving Sarah's side

Zoe urged, her voice gentle. "I'll stay

at Martins. "You'll call me if anything