All Chapters of Winning Back His Ex's Wife's Broken Heart : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Richard pov.As I watched Sarah take in the soft afternoon light streaming in the bedroom., I couldn’t help but feel a little bit like a kid on Christmas morning. She had no idea what I’d planned for today, and I was ready to see that look of pure joy on her face when she found out. A private boat tour, just the two of us out on the water with nothing but the sound of waves and the open sky—it felt right. Something simple, yet unforgettable.“Are you exhausted? Are you ready?”She looked at me a bit confused. Probably she didn't remember me saying I had a surprise for her.“Ready for what? What's the rush?”“No rush,” I replied, barely containing my excitement. “Just thought we could get out again. and enjoy the day… maybe take a little trip?”Her eyes lit up with curiosity, and I knew I had her attention. “A trip? Where are we going?”I grinned, leaning over to kiss her forehead. “That, my love, is a surprise.”She rolled her eyes but laughed, shaking her head. “You and your surpri

Richard pov.The sun was just beginning to rise, casting soft, golden light over the waves outside our window. I looked over at Sarah, still peacefully asleep beside me, her hair falling over her face in a way that made her look younger, and more carefree. For the first time in a long time, I felt that same lightness. I wanted today to be something special—a day that would remind us both why we were here, together.I reached over, gently nudging her shoulder. “Hey, sleepyhead. Time to get up.”She groaned, burying her face into the pillow. “It’s too early, Richard,” she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep.“Come on, I’ve got a whole day planned for us. You don’t want to miss this,” I said, trying to keep the excitement out of my voice, but failing.Finally, she cracked one eye open, giving me a look. “What exactly did you sign us up for?”“You’ll see,” I said, handing her a cup of coffee I’d prepared just the way she liked it—strong and a little sweet. “Trust me, you’re going to lov

Richard pov.The coffee shop was cozy, tucked away just off the main street with the warm scent of roasted beans drifting out to greet me. I was up early, trying to grab us both a caffeine fix before the day kicked off. Sarah was still half-asleep when I left her, wrapped in the sheets, mumbling for “Just a few more minutes.” I smiled at the memory as I joined the line, feeling that rare kind of peace you get when you’re completely in the moment.“Hey, isn’t it just beautiful here?” a voice beside me said.I turned, expecting someone local or another early riser tourist. A woman with a bright smile stood next to me, arms folded comfortably as if she’d just casually dropped by.“Yeah, it really is,” I replied, glancing back out the window to the waves rolling in just beyond the palm trees. “It’s like something out of a painting.”She laughed lightly, brushing a strand of her dark hair behind her ear. “That’s a good way to put it. I’m Isabelle, by the way. Came here on a bit of a whim

Sarah pov.The rest of our days in Hawaii felt like a breath of fresh air. Isabelle was nowhere in sight, and I finally let myself relax. It was just the two of us again, enjoying everything this beautiful island had to offer. We snorkeled, ate more fresh pineapple than I thought possible, and watched the sun dip into the ocean every evening. My unease from our previous encounters faded slowly, replaced by the warm, comforting feeling that I could finally let my guard down. This was what I had wanted all along—peace, just Richard and me, without any odd distractions.As the trip came to an end, I felt a strange relief. Don’t get me wrong—I loved Hawaii, every beach and sunset, every little moment we shared here. But leaving meant leaving Isabelle behind, and I was more than okay with that. I didn’t even want to think about her as we packed up, heading back to our daily lives and routines. We had gotten what we came for—a much-needed recharge—and I was eager to take that feeling

Sarah pov.That morning, I woke up hoping Isabelle would be on her way. Maybe she’d slip out with a polite thank you and let us have our life back. I knew it was a long shot, but I needed things to feel normal again, especially since Richard had completely dismissed my worries last night.When I walked out to the living room, though, I stopped dead in my tracks. Isabelle was sitting at the kitchen table, chatting with Richard over breakfast like she’d lived here for years. She didn’t even seem like she was getting ready to leave.“Good morning, Sarah!” Isabelle called, smiling like we were best friends.I forced a smile back, grabbing my coffee mug and pouring myself a cup. I could feel a knot of irritation forming in my stomach. How long did she plan to stay?“Sarah, you wouldn’t believe what Isabelle’s been dealing with,” he said, shaking his head. “She tried checking in at a budget motel nearby last night, but apparently, there was a break-in the night before. They warned her it