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

Richard pov.

Weeks passed. Life felt like a blur of hospital visits, endless updates from doctors, and quiet moments spent in Sarah's room.

I was there every day, holding her hand, speaking softly to her, willing her to wake up. Zoe and Martins tried their best to keep things light whenever they visited, cracking jokes or telling stories, but even they couldn't hide their worry. The NICU had become another constant in my life. Our daughter was thriving despite her premature birth, a tiny fighter who seemed determined to make it through.

I'd visit her every evening after sitting with Sarah, watching her tiny chest rise and fall under the glow of the incubator's lights. She was the only glimmer of hope in an otherwise dark time.

"Hey, little one," I whispered one night, my hand resting on the incubator. "Your mom's going to wake up soon. She has to. She wouldn't leave us like this."

It was a quiet morning when the miracle happened. I was sitting in Sarah's room, flipping through a book that Zoe had left behind.

She and Martins had gone out to grab coffee, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

I glanced up at Sarah, as I always did, and for a moment, I thought I was imagining it. Her fingers twitched.

"Sarah?" I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I stood up, leaning closer. "Sarah, can you hear me?"

Her eyelids fluttered, and then, slowly, they opened.

"Richard?" Her voice was hoarse, barely audible, but it was her.

My heart nearly stopped. I pressed the call button for the nurse, my hands trembling. "You're awake," I said, my voice breaking. "You're really awake."

She looked confused, her gaze darting around the room. "What... What happened?"

I said, sitting on the edge of the bed. "There was an accident, but you're safe now. And so is our daughter." "Our daughter?" Her eyes widened,

Sarah. She's been waiting for

back, giving them space to check on her, but I couldn't stop smiling. She was back. Later that day, after the

eyes filling with tears

said, my voice soft. "Just like

and carefully placed

held her close, her tears falling

baby girl," she said, her voice trembling. "I'm your mommy. I'm so sorry it took

beside them, wrapping my arms around Sarah as we both gazed at the tiny miracle

the house with balloons and a

wobbling on the ladder. "Unlike you, I've

do," Zoe said, rolling her

and for the first time in months, it

still weak, but she was determined to care for our daughter. Every time she held her,

I'll ever thank you," Sarah said one evening as we sat in the nursery. She was rocking the baby to sleep, her voice soft and full of emotion. "For what?"

being my rock," she said. "For not giving up on

don't have to thank me. We're a team,

enough to have a proper conversation about everything that had happened. She wanted to know everything, and I didn't hold back. "Susan planted Isabelle into our lives?" she

her, made her believe I was her dead fiance, and convinced her you were the villain. All because she wanted revenge." Sarah shook her head, cradling our daughter closer. "That woman

know what to say."

psychiatric hospital," I said. "And Susan's