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.

smug," Martins said, glaring at me as

like to see her try," I

what?" Zoe's voice came from behind me, sharp

"Just admiring your, uh, leadership

"Nice save," Martins muttered.

for the ceremony, everything was perfect. The garden was bathed in soft golden light as the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the rows of white chairs and delicate flower arrangements. Sarah walked down

seen her look more beautiful. And when our eyes met, it felt like

said, even though

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

more than a few embarrassing speeches. Martins kicked things off, standing up with a glass

me tell you, I've never seen him as terrified as

and I groaned, burying

there. But somehow, she

Richard and Sarah," he

Sarah!" the guests

who, true to form,

let's be honest, you're a saint for putting up

even I couldn't

guests began to trickle out, leaving only our closest friends and family. That's when he

Wesley.

I won Sarah over him. And who

was 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 than

said, my tone polite but

as sharp as ever.

who was busy cooing over our