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?"

an accident, but you're safe

perfect, Sarah. She's been waiting for

to check on her, but I couldn't stop smiling. She was back. Later that day, after the doctors had cleared her, I wheeled Sarah into the NICU. Her hand rested on mine as we approached the

eyes filling with tears as

my voice soft. "Just like her

the incubator and carefully placed

was breathtaking. Sarah held her close, her tears falling

"I'm your mommy. I'm so sorry it took me so long to

wrapping my arms around Sarah as we both gazed at the tiny miracle in her arms. For the first time in weeks,

a big production out of decorating the house with balloons and a giant "Welcome Home" banner. "Careful, Martins," Zoe said as he tried to hang the banner. "You'll fall and we'll

on the ladder.

Zoe

filled the house with laughter, and for the first time in months, it felt like

was determined to care for our daughter. Every time she held her, it was

evening as we sat in the nursery. She was rocking the baby to sleep, her voice soft and full of emotion. "For what?" I

rock," she said. "For

her hand, squeezing it gently. "You don't have to thank me. We're a

conversation about everything that had happened. She wanted to know everything, and I didn't hold back. "Susan planted

and convinced her you were the villain. All because she wanted revenge." Sarah shook her head, cradling our daughter

know what to say."

psychiatric hospital," I said. "And Susan's in prison. They