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."

but I could see the gears

their relationship the first time and Mr. Wright ended your relationship before he got back

twisted into a bitter smile. "He may not admit it, but Richard

saying you orchestrated

off guard. "I... No,

Mr. Wright, and you used that resemblance to convince her that Sarah was a threat. Isn't that correct?" Susan hesitated,

and used Isabelle as a pawn to execute your

fell silent as Susan's mask finally

But only because she deserved the truth. Richard was mine, and Sarah took him away.

this time, I'd thought her actions were

sense of entitlement that had festered

against her. The prosecutor took over, asking Susan about her plan to infiltrate my home and her decision to involve Isabelle.

the bench, my knuckles white. It took everything

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

was emotional, and that's going to work against her. But we can't let our guard down. The defense will likely try to shift the blame

I asked,

me. "But they'll try. We have to

words

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

"She admitted everything. She's going to pay for

next court session were agonizing. I spent most of my time at

sane with her lighthearted banter, though I could see the

pursuit of justice, diving into every detail with