All Chapters of Winning Back His Ex's Wife's Broken Heart : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Sarah pov.The office was bustling, as usual. I walked through the space, my eyes scanning the place that had once felt so overwhelming to me. It felt like just yesterday I was trying to keep up with everything—emails, meetings, deadlines. Now, Zoe had it all under control. It was almost… strange. And a little bit freeing. I stopped by Zoe’s desk, watching her juggle a few phone calls at once while she typed away at her computer. She didn’t even look up as I approached. “You’re like a superhero,” I said, leaning on the edge of her desk.She glanced up, giving me a grin. “It’s a gift,” she said, unbothered. “I’m just multitasking like a pro.”“You’re making me feel totally irrelevant here,” I joked, crossing my arms. “I’m practically a ghost in this place now.”Zoe laughed and shook her head. “Oh please, Sarah, don’t act like you’re not still the boss. You can’t just vanish off the face of the Earth and expect us to forget about you.” She leaned back in her chair, raising an eyebrow

Richard pov.Hospitals were never my favorite place. Something about the sterile smell, the squeak of shoes on polished floors, and the constant hum of activity made me uneasy. But sitting there with Sarah in the waiting room, I was trying not to let any of that show. She didn’t need me adding to her stress. Sarah sat next to me, leaning back in her chair, one hand on her stomach and the other flipping through a magazine that looked older than both of us. “You’re fidgeting again,” she said, not even looking up. “I’m not fidgeting,” I said quickly, though my bouncing knee betrayed me. She gave me a sideways glance, one eyebrow raised. “You know I can hear your leg, right?” I stopped, planting both feet firmly on the ground. “Just keeping the blood flowing,” I said with a shrug. Her lips twitched into a small smile. “Sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night.” I loved how calm she seemed, like this was just another routine appointment. But me? My stomach was doing somersaults

Richard pov.The doorbell rang earlier than expected, cutting through the quiet of the morning. I glanced at the clock on the microwave—9:30 a.m. Marina wasn’t supposed to get here until noon. I was in sweatpants, barely awake, and halfway through making tea. “Must be Marina,” I muttered, setting the kettle down. Sarah looked up from the couch, where she’d been scrolling through her phone. Her face immediately shifted, her smile tightening in a way only I could catch. “Already?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “She’s early,” I said, trying to keep my tone casual, though I felt a twinge of guilt. Marina always had a knack for surprising us, and not always in a good way. I headed for the door, taking a deep breath. Marina and I had always been close, but I knew how she could come across—especially to Sarah. She had this way of making her opinions feel like lectures, delivered with just enough condescension to make you question every decision you’d ever made. “Richard!” Mari

Richard pov.The sound of forks clinking against plates filled the room, but the lunch conversation—or lack of it—was the real noise. Marina had planted herself at the head of the table, her voice carrying on as though she were giving a lecture. Sarah had been unusually quiet, her gaze mostly fixed on her plate, and I couldn’t decide if she was counting bites or just trying to tune Marina out.“Oh, Sarah,” Marina chimed, cutting into her grilled chicken with exaggerated precision, “I couldn’t help but notice the bread basket. You know, too much bread isn’t great for the baby.” I paused mid-bite, the crust of my sandwich suddenly feeling heavier in my hand. Sarah’s fork lingered on her plate, but she didn’t look up. She was too polite to retort, or maybe she was just too tired of fighting. “I think she’s managing her diet perfectly,” I said, trying to keep my tone light. “The doctor didn’t mention anything about cutting carbs.” Marina smiled thinly, the kind of smile you knew w

Richard pov.Marina had always been the type to speak her mind, but over the past few days, her words had become more than just opinions—they felt like subtle daggers aimed at Sarah. I watched Sarah carefully over breakfast that morning, noting the way her shoulders sagged every time Marina opened her mouth. It wasn’t fair. I waited until Sarah went upstairs to rest before I approached Marina. She was sitting in the living room, flipping through a magazine like she didn’t have a care in the world. “Marina,” I said, my voice steady but firm. “Can we talk for a moment?” She glanced up at me, raising a brow. “Of course, Richard. What’s on your mind?” I sat down across from her, leaning forward with my hands clasped. “Look, I appreciate you coming to visit and all the advice you’ve been giving, but I think it’s starting to overwhelm Sarah. She’s doing her best, and I think it would help if you could give her a bit of space.” Marina’s expression didn’t change much, but I saw the