All Chapters of Winning Back His Ex's Wife's Broken Heart : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Sarah’s POVMadrid was a city full of life, color, and endless possibilities. Every morning, I woke up to the hum of the streets below, the sound of people bustling about, starting their day. I still couldn't believe a week had gone by since I arrived in Madrid.It was different from what I was used to, but that was the point. I wanted something different. I needed it.I spent the first week settling into my small apartment, a cozy place with warm terracotta tiles and a balcony overlooking a busy street. It wasn't much, but it was mine. It was a fresh start. The next step was building my company from the ground up. I had the experience and the know-how, but doing it in a new country came with its own set of challenges.I poured over legal documents, translated permits, and attended endless meetings. Most days were filled with paperwork and calls, but I was determined. My Spanish, thankfully, was strong enough to get me through these early hurdles. I could hold my own in conversati

Sarah’s POV.Later that night, as I sat on my balcony overlooking the city lights, I thought about Wesley's offer. He had come into my life just when I needed someone, a guiding hand in this vast, unfamiliar city. It felt almost too good to be true, but I pushed that thought aside. I couldn't afford to second-guess every opportunity. Not now, when things were finally starting to look up.For the next few days, I threw myself into work with renewed energy. I followed up on Wesley’s suggestions, refined my business plans, and started preparing for the upcoming mixer. The more I worked, the more confident I felt. Madrid was beginning to feel less like a foreign land and more like a place where I could belong.The day of the mixer arrived, and I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my dress. It was a simple yet elegant outfit, something that said I was here to make an impression but not trying too hard. My stomach fluttered with nerves. This was an important night, a chance to rea

Sarah’s POVMy business was finally starting to gain some real traction in Madrid. The contacts I made at the mixer, with Wesley’s help, were proving to be incredibly valuable. Every day, it seemed like new opportunities were popping up. I was getting invitations to more events, my ideas were being well-received, and I was even beginning to see some early signs of success. It felt like everything was falling into place.One afternoon, I was busy working in my office when Wesley walked in. He had that confident smile of his and a file tucked under his arm.“Hey, Sarah,” he said, dropping the file on my desk. “I have something exciting for you.”I looked up, curious. “What’s this?”“It’s an opportunity,” he said, leaning against my desk. “I’ve been talking to some folks, and they’re interested in a potential collaboration with your company.”I raised my eyebrows. “Really? That sounds promising. What kind of collaboration?”Wesley’s eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. “It’s a chance to exp

Richard’s POV.It had been two weeks since I got engaged to Susan, and she was on top of the world. Everywhere we went, she flashed the ring, her smile wide and bright. At home, she took charge of everything. “We need new curtains,” she said one day. The next, it was, “Let's change the dining table. It’s too old-fashioned.”She wanted to make the house feel ‘new,’ like a fresh start.I didn’t care much. She could change whatever she wanted. It was her home too now. But as the days passed, doubts started creeping in, like shadows I couldn't quite shake off. I remembered what Martins had said. He had looked me in the eyes and asked, ‘Are you sure you're happy?’At the time, I brushed it off. What did he know? I knew what I wanted. I wanted Susan. I wanted the thrill and the spark, not the dullness I had with…I paused, trying not to let my mind finish the thought. But it was there. Sarah. For all the things I didn’t feel for her, she put effort into our marriage. She planned ever

Richard POV.I sat in my office, staring at the market reports on my desk. Sales were steady, but something felt off. There was this new company, ‘Vitalé Wellness,’ that had come out of nowhere, eating into our market share. It was small at first, just a blip, but now... it was getting hard to ignore.“Who the hell are these people?” I muttered to myself, flipping through the pages. Vitalé was different. They weren't just another supplement brand; they were doing something new, something that was catching people’s attention.My phone buzzed. It was Clara. She was the marketing director and was supposed to have more information about this new player. “Got a minute?” I asked, already feeling the irritation creeping in.“Sure, Sir?” Clara’s voice came through the line, calm and collected as always.“Have you seen the latest market reports?” I asked. “There's a company called Vitalé Wellness. They're becoming a real problem.”“Yeah, I’ve seen them,” Clara replied. “They've been making