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

Richard

pov.

The morning of the trial felt heavy. I left the hospital earlier than usual, making sure Zoe would stay with Sarah.

Despite the overwhelming dread, there was a part of me that felt strangely numb, as if my emotions had run dry after weeks of worry and anger.

Martins met me outside the courthouse, impeccably dressed in his usual sharp suit. He clapped a hand on my shoulder, his touch grounding.

"Today's a big step forward," he said. "Remember, this trial is about getting justice, not reopening wounds. You're here to see Susan held accountable, not to punish yourself for her actions."

I nodded, though his words didn't settle the unease churning in my gut.

The courtroom was cold, and even though I'd prepared myself for this moment, seeing Susan seated across the room made my stomach twist.

She didn't look like someone riddled with guilt; she looked indifferent, like this was just another ordinary day.

The prosecution opened with a detailed timeline of events, recounting how Susan had manipulated Isabelle and infiltrated every aspect of my life to orchestrate her revenge.

It was clinical, precise, and damning.

But when Susan took the stand, she was composed, even defiant.

"I didn't want to hurt Richard," she began, her voice smooth and unwavering. "I loved him. I still do. But Sarah... she took him away from me. Twice."

leaned forward slightly, his expression unreadable, but I could see the gears turning in his

were the side chick in their relationship the first time and Mr. Wright ended

not admit it, but Richard was

firm. "Ms. Susan, are you saying you orchestrated

off guard.

knew her late fiance resembled Mr. Wright, and you used that resemblance to convince her that Sarah was a threat. Isn't that correct?" Susan hesitated, her composure cracking for the first time. "I didn't convince her of anything. She

You planted those ideas and used

as

because she deserved the truth.

hit me like a sledgehammer. All this time, I'd thought her

a warped sense of entitlement

see the anger simmering beneath his professional exterior, but he stayed focused, knowing this was the moment we needed to solidify the case against her. The prosecutor took over, asking Susan about her plan to infiltrate my home and her decision to involve Isabelle. She admitted to both but tried to deflect blame, insisting she hadn't intended for anyone to get hurt. "She fell down the stairs,"

white. It took everything in me not

Martins pulled me aside. "We're making progress," he said, his

against her. But we can't let our guard down. The defense will likely try to shift the

possible?" I asked, my

evidence we have," he assured me. "But they'll try. We have to

that evening, I replayed Susan's words over and over in

room, the sight of her lying so still nearly broke me all over again.

"She admitted everything.

I spent most of my time at the hospital, alternating between watching over Sarah and

Zoe kept me sane with her

of justice, diving into every detail with