Semua Bab Winning Back His Ex's Wife's Broken Heart : Bab 21 - Bab 30

Sarah’s POV.The next day arrived quicker than I had expected, and it was time for the press conference. I stood in front of the mirror in my office, smoothing my blazer and adjusting my hair for what felt like the hundredth time. My hands were a little shaky, and my stomach was in knots. I kept checking myself out, trying to steady my nerves.I can do this. I have to do this. I took a deep breath, but the nerves kept creeping back in. The media was out there waiting, and the thought of standing in front of all those cameras made my heart race even more.Just then, the door creaked open, and Wesley stepped inside. “The press is ready,” he said, his eyes immediately noticing my nervousness.I turned to him, trying to keep my composure, but he could see right through me.“You’re nervous,” Wesley said, walking closer, his voice calm and reassuring. “It’s okay, Sarah. Everyone gets nervous before these things.”I bit my lip, nodding. “I know, but... what if I mess up? This is huge. Eve

Richard’s POV.It involved Sarah? What does that mean? The TV flickered on, and Martin stepped aside, giving me a clear view. My head was still spinning from the argument with Susan, but the moment I saw the headline flash across the screen, all thoughts of her vanished.“Vitalé Wellness CEO Sarah Williams Makes Waves in New Markets”Sarah’s face filled the screen, and I froze.“What the fuck is going on, Sarah is the CEO of Vitale?” I asked no one in particular.She was sitting at some press event, dressed in a sleek, fitted suit that made her look more confident than I ever remembered. Her smile was calm, and collected, like she had everything figured out. She leaned forward slightly as a reporter asked her something, and when she answered, it was like watching someone else entirely.And then, out of nowhere, he appeared.Wesley.Wesley freaking Stan, sitting right beside her with that smug grin on his face. My heart dropped to my stomach, and for a second, I couldn’t even proces

Richard’s pov.The sun was barely up when I woke up the next day, but it didn’t matter. I hadn’t slept much anyway. The bed felt too big. Too empty.Susan hadn’t come home after our argument. I didn’t call her either. What for? If I was leaving for Madrid today, the last thing I needed was to deal with her creating more drama. She’d probably scream about me flying halfway across the world to see my ex-wife. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. What did I even see in her? I walked over to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face. I stared at myself in the mirror. Dark circles under my eyes. My hair is a mess. I didn’t look like the man people expected to see when they thought of Richard Wright, the billionaire, the businessman. No. I looked like someone who had lost control. Someone who had screwed up.I grabbed a towel, wiped my face, and headed downstairs. The house was too quiet, the silence almost deafening. I hated it. As I poured myself a cup of coffee, my phone

Richard Pov.The party in Madrid was a spectacle of wealth and power, but none of it mattered. I wasn’t here for the schmoozing or the deals. I was here for one reason: Sarah.She had been on my mind constantly, but tonight felt different. The organizers had asked me to make a grand entrance, to be the center of attention, but I’d declined. I didn’t want the spotlight. I had told them to exclude my name in the list of business people; that way Wesley wouldn't be aware and then stop Sarah from coming.Wesley fucking Kent thought I wouldn't be invited or attend because of the derailing position of my company in the market.I stood near the bar, scanning the room, searching for her. Sarah. She was supposed to be here tonight, with Wesley. The thought of them together sent a pulse of jealousy through me that I couldn’t ignore.I wanted to watch, to see what Sarah was doing, how she was acting… with him.The night was still young, and I had already spoken to a few people. Nothing impor

Sarah’s pov.The sun was up when I woke up. I sat on the edge of my bed, phone in hand, rereading Richard’s message over and over.“Wesley’s been using you, Sarah. He’s my rival. That’s the only reason he got close to you.”It didn’t make sense. Wesley? My Wesley? The man who had been there for me when I needed support the most? The same man who helped me launch my business, who believed in me? My stomach twisted as the doubt began creeping in. I replayed everything Wesley had said, all those times he praised my work. Was it all just a ploy?I got up and started pacing, trying to make sense of it. Richard and Wesley had never crossed paths in front of me. I hadn’t known they were rivals, though Richard was always private about his business dealings. But now that I thought about it, I remembered asking Wesley months ago why he was so interested in helping me. He’d just smiled and said, “I see potential in you, Sarah. You’ve got something special.”I never questioned it at the time