All Chapters of Winning Back His Ex's Wife's Broken Heart : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Sarah’s POV.The evening was painfully quiet. I sat on the couch, my phone on the table in front of me, but I wasn’t really looking at it. My mind was a mess, replaying every conversation I’d had with Wesley over the past few months. Every piece of advice, every encouraging word— it all just part of some bigger plan. A plan to use me as a pawn in his game against Richard?I didn’t want to believe it. I didn’t want to believe that Wesley had manipulated me like that. But after what I’d heard in the cafe, after the way he talked so casually about business and competition, I couldn’t shake the feeling that Richard had been right all along. Wesley had used me.A knock on the door broke the silence. My heart jumped. I didn’t have to guess who it was. Wesley. Of course, it was Wesley.For a moment, I just sat there, frozen. I didn’t want to see him, didn’t want to hear whatever excuse he had ready. But part of me, the part that still hoped there was some explanation, some misunderstandi

I sat on the edge of the bed in my hotel suite, staring blankly at the wall. My mind was racing, my heart felt heavy. Wesley had blown up everything in front of Sarah. The truth, it wasn't even a secret at that time. But now it was and it had come out in the worst possible way.He only married you because of his inheritance.God, I hated Wesley for that. I hated him for saying it out loud, for ruining whatever tiny chance I had left with her. He had no right to do that. But what stung even more was seeing the look on Sarah’s face. The hurt, the betrayal—it was like I’d shattered her all over again.My fists clenched on the bedspread as I replayed the scene in my head, over and over. Every time, it felt like a punch to the gut. How could I have let it get this far? Why didn't I realize I loved her soon?The phone on the nightstand buzzed, pulling me out of my thoughts. I glanced at the screen—Martin.I hesitated for a second, then picked it up. I needed to talk to someone who wouldn

Sarah’s POV.I stood at the large windows of my office, looking out at the city below. The view was impressive, but my thoughts were miles away. It had been a few days since I slammed the door in Richard and Wesley’s faces. A part of me wondered if I had overreacted, but the larger part of me knew that it was time to take control of my life. I was done being pushed around, done letting them dictate my emotions. Richard married me for his inheritance—that truth still stung. But what hurt more was that I spent years hoping he’d fall in love with me.That one day, he’d see me as more than just a means to an end. And Wesley? I didn’t even know where to start with him. He claimed he was helping me with my business, but instead he was just using me to get under Richard’s skin.I sighed, running a hand through my hair. I needed to stop thinking about them. I had more important things to focus on, like my company. After everything that had happened, my business had become my lifeline.I

Sarah’s pov.Wesley stood in my office, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot. His usually confident, swagger-filled stance was nowhere to be found. Good. About time he felt uncomfortable. He cleared his throat and tried to meet my eyes, but I wasn’t making it easy for him. I wasn’t about to let him weasel his way back in with his charm and that fake sincerity he pulled out for special occasions. “Sarah,” he began, voice low and cautious, like he was testing the waters. “I just... I really need to explain.”I crossed my arms and leaned back in my chair, keeping my face as neutral as possible. “Go on then,” I said, my voice flat. “Explain.”Wesley took a deep breath like he was about to dive into some deep emotional well, but honestly, I wasn’t holding my breath. “I know I’ve messed up,” he started, “but I need you to understand. When I first got involved with you, it was... yeah, it was about getting to Richard.”Right. “But it wasn’t all that. You’re... you’re different, Sarah. I

Sarah’s pov.I sat there, staring at my phone for a good fifteen minutes. Just staring, no calls, no texts, just pure silence. My mind was racing, bouncing between the two people I knew I had to call—Richard and Wesley. This was going to be awkward, painful even, but it was necessary. I had spent days reflecting, mulling over everything. I had forgiven them, sure. That part was done. But now I had to tell them what came next.I picked up the phone and dialed Wesley first. Of course, he answered on the second ring.“Sarah?” His voice had that hopeful edge to it, like maybe I was calling to give him another chance. Spoiler alert: I wasn’t.“Hi, Wesley,” I said, keeping my tone neutral. “I wanted to talk. About everything.”There was a pause on his end, but I could hear him shifting, probably adjusting himself in whatever fancy leather chair he was sitting in. “Yeah, of course. I’ve been waiting to hear from you.”I let out a slow breath, gathering my thoughts. “I’ve had a lot of tim