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?"

was an accident, but you're safe

perfect, Sarah. She's been waiting for you to meet

came in then, followed by a doctor. I stepped back, giving them space 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

Sarah whispered, her eyes filling with tears as she looked

said, my voice soft. "Just

the incubator and carefully placed our daughter into

breathtaking. Sarah held her close, her tears

her voice trembling. "I'm your mommy. I'm so sorry it

the tiny miracle

we were finally discharged. Zoe and Martins insisted on coming along, making a big production out of decorating the house with balloons and a giant "Welcome Home" banner.

fine," Martins shot back, wobbling on the ladder. "Unlike you,

do," Zoe said, rolling

filled the house with laughter, and for the first time in

she held her, it was as

thank you," Sarah said one evening as we sat in the nursery. She was rocking the baby to sleep, her voice

said. "For not giving up

it gently. "You don't have to

was strong 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

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

know what to say."

"And Susan's in prison. They won't hurt us