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

Richard

pov.

The weeks that followed were like a dream, the kind of dream I never wanted to wake up from. Sarah's recovery was nothing short of miraculous.

She was her old self again-strong, radiant, and filled with the kind of joy that seemed to light up any room she entered. And our daughter?

She was growing so fast, already wrapping us-and everyone else-in her tiny fingers.

But the best part of it all? We were finally

preparing for our wedding.

Sarah wanted something small and intimate, just us and our closest family and friends.

She'd always talked about having a garden wedding, surrounded by nature, with the sun setting in the background. And that's exactly what we were going to do.

The morning was a flurry of activity. Zoe was in charge of decorations, barking orders at Martins, who looked like he'd rather be anywhere else.

"Martins, the flowers go on the left," Zoe said, hands on her hips.

"They look fine where they are," Martins shot back, holding up a bouquet of white roses.

"No, they don't. If they're on the right, they'll block the view of the cake table."

Martins groaned, muttering something under his breath as he moved the flowers. I couldn't help but laugh.

These two had been at each other's throats for weeks now, but their bickering was the kind that came from genuine affection.

me as I walked past. "You're next

like to see her try," I said,

came from behind me,

quickly. "Just admiring

"Nice save," Martins muttered.

began to set, casting a warm glow over the rows of white chairs and delicate flower arrangements. Sarah walked down the aisle, her arm linked

like a whisper around her. I don't think I'd ever seen her look more beautiful. And when our eyes met, it felt like the world had stopped. "You're crying," she teased

I said, even though I absolutely

way Sarah wanted it. Vows were exchanged, promises made, and by the time

was small but lively, filled with laughter, music, and more than a few embarrassing speeches. Martins kicked things off, standing up with a glass of champagne

never seen him as

burying

then and there. But somehow, she didn't. And now here we are, celebrating one of the

Sarah," he

Richard and Sarah!" the guests

who, true to form, didn't hold

she said, grinning. "But let's be

followed, and even I couldn't help

leaving only our closest friends and

Wesley.

hadn't seen him in months, not since I won Sarah over him. And who the hell let

still as polished as ever, dressed in a tailored suit that probably cost more than my car. And of course, he was holding a gift. Well...he couldn't do more

said, my

smile as sharp as

Sarah, who was busy cooing over our