All Chapters of Winning Back His Ex's Wife's Broken Heart : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Sarah’s POVI don’t know when exactly the unease grew more intense, but it was there now, gnawing at the edges of my thoughts every time I saw Isabelle. She was always around, always smiling that too-bright smile or lingering just a little too close to Richard. “Sarah, you’re overthinking it,” I muttered to myself for the tenth time that day. But even as I said it, I knew it wasn’t true. Something about Isabelle didn’t sit right with me. It wasn’t just the way she talked to Richard, though that was bad enough. It was the way she looked at him, like he was the only thing in the room that mattered. And Richard, being Richard, was completely oblivious. I spotted them in the kitchen one afternoon, Isabelle leaning against the counter, laughing at something he said. Her laugh was too loud, too eager, and the way she tilted her head made my stomach twist. I cleared my throat as I entered, making sure they noticed me. Isabelle straightened up, her smile faltering for just a second b

Sarah pov.I purposely did not bring up the photos that I saw in Isabelle’s belongings yet because I need to have just more than pictures to prove her wrong.At first, I convinced myself it was paranoia. After everything Richard and I had been through, wasn’t it natural to be a little on edge? But the coincidences kept piling up, each one more unsettling than the last.I sat on the edge of our bed that morning, staring at my reflection in the mirror. My hair looked dull, my skin paler than usual. I felt off—nauseous even—but I told myself it was the stress.“Sarah, you can’t keep ignoring this,” I muttered to myself, running a hand over my face. I hadn’t been sleeping well, and the tension in the house was eating away at me.When Richard appeared in the doorway, I forced a smile. “Morning,” I said, but my voice sounded weak even to me.“Morning,” he replied, leaning against the frame. “You look tired.”“Gee, thanks,” I said dryly.He chuckled softly and walked over to kiss my forehea

Sarah’s POVThe next morning, I sat at the kitchen table, staring at the stack of papers in front of me. My hands trembled as I picked up the tattered photo, the edges frayed like it had been carried around for years. The man and little girl in the picture didn’t look familiar at first, but the more I stared, the more the pieces clicked. The girl was Isabelle. That man—he had the same eyes as her. My stomach twisted. She’d never mentioned him, never brought up her family. Why was this photo just sitting here, out in the open like a breadcrumb she wanted me to follow again? I heard footsteps behind me and looked up to see her. Isabelle. She stood in the doorway, her head tilted slightly, a serene smile plastered on her face like she didn’t have a care in the world. “Good morning,” she said sweetly, her voice soft but somehow grating. I clenched my teeth, fighting to keep my voice steady. “Is this yours?” I held up the photo. Her smile faltered for just a second, but she reco

Richard pov.The house was too quiet. The kind of quiet that made you second-guess your decisions. Sarah had left again in a whirlwind of anger yesterday, and even though I understood why, I still felt like I’d been blindsided. She’d accused Isabelle of… what? Stalking? Manipulating? It sounded ridiculous when I thought about it.Still, I couldn’t shake the memory of Sarah’s face before she stormed out. She’d looked hurt. Betrayed. And maybe, deep down, I knew I had something to do with that.Her message about not finding her grounded me from following her, but of course, I knew where she slept, the hotel, and the room and I paid extra security to look after her.I sighed and pushed my coffee mug aside. The sun streamed through the kitchen window, casting long shadows on the table. Isabelle walked in, humming softly. She looked like she didn’t have a care in the world.“Good morning,” she said with a cheerful smile, heading straight for the kettle.I forced a nod, trying to act no

Sarah’s pov.The next day, Zoe and I spoke at length, she filled me with so many details and I really yearned to visit Mexico to see things for myself. My business was booming and everything was going fine. Well, the figures were high, I've always looked at the stats here but hearing Zoe give me the live news was comforting.It provided me with the sanity I needed. We sat in the living room watching a documentary but noone of us were really watching.Martins and Richard were in the study discussing men's issues. Zara was sprawled on the couch, scrolling through her phone with a casualness that only she could manage in a moment like this. Meanwhile, Isabelle sat in the armchair by the window, her fingers tracing the edge of her mug as if lost in thought.I had the photograph in my hand, the edges worn from how often I’d held it today. My chest tightened as I stared at it one last time before speaking.“Isabelle,” I started, my voice steady. “We need to talk.”She looked up, her expr