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."

slightly, his expression unreadable, but I could see the gears

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

bitter smile. "He may not admit it, but Richard was

you orchestrated this entire ordeal because you believe Mr.

clearly caught off

had a fragile mental state. You knew her late fiance resembled Mr. Wright, and you used that resemblance to convince her that Sarah was a threat. Isn't

planted those ideas and used Isabelle as a pawn to execute your plan. Isn't that the

courtroom fell silent as

she snapped, her voice rising. "Yes, I made her believe it! But only because she deserved the truth. Richard was mine, and Sarah took him away. She

hit me like a sledgehammer. All this time, I'd thought her actions were rooted in bitterness, but it was

of entitlement that had festered into something

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

knuckles white. It took everything in me not to stand

aside. "We're

work against her. But we can't let

that even possible?" I

me. "But

evening, I replayed Susan's words over and over in my head, each one cutting deeper

finally reached Sarah's room, the sight of her lying so still nearly broke me all over again. I sat down beside her,

though I knew she couldn't hear me. "She admitted everything. She's going to pay for what she did,

at the hospital, alternating between watching over Sarah and preparing for the next

sane with her lighthearted banter, though

justice, diving into every