All Chapters of Winning Back His Ex's Wife's Broken Heart : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Sarah’s pov.I didn’t think much of it when Richard first started sending those messages. At first, it was a simple “Congrats on the deal!” or “Hope the expansion’s going well!” I’d glance at my phone, roll my eyes, and go back to my emails, telling myself that it was nothing. But slowly, those little check-ins started to pile up, and I couldn’t ignore them. “Why is he doing this?” I muttered to myself one evening, staring at another message from Richard that read, “Heard about your new office space! Sounds exciting!” My thumb hovered over the reply button for longer than I’d care to admit, but I put the phone down instead. I wasn’t about to start up a casual text relationship with my ex-husband like we were long-lost friends.Emma’s voice played in my head. “You’re not a robot, Sarah.” Right, not a robot. But still, I was trying to move on, and Richard’s friendly little notes weren’t helping.Days passed, and it didn’t stop. It was always something small, nothing intrusive, but i

Richard’s pov.She blinked, and for a moment, it was like I was seeing her consider my words. But then she shook her head, almost like she was brushing them off. “It doesn’t change anything,” she said quietly. “You didn’t even try, Richard. Not once.”She was right again. I never tried. And now I was sitting here, a year later, trying to fix something I’d barely bothered to build in the first place.The truth was, I never let us have good memories. I didn’t give us a chance. When I married Sarah, I wasn’t interested in building a life with her—I just wanted my inheritance and Susan—but it turned out to be something empty. And it took losing her to realize just how badly I had screwed it all up.Now, every time we met for coffee or a quick lunch, I could feel the weight of all the things I should have done. Every conversation, every smile she gave me now, it was tinged with the bitterness of what could had been if I hadn’t been such a fool.We talked about her business a lot, and I

Richard’s pov.As I watched Sarah walk out the door that night, the same knot formed in my chest—the one that had been there since the day I realized just how badly I had messed up with her. She left without looking back, and I stood there in my apartment, feeling every mistake I’d made hanging between us like a fog. But this time, it was different. For the first time in years, I felt like we were making progress. Real progress. Sarah had come to me, not because she needed something, but because she cared enough to confront me. That had to mean something, right?I sighed, sinking into the couch and rubbing my face with both hands. What was I doing? Was I really going to keep chasing after something that might never happen? Sarah had made it clear—so clear—that we were just friends. But every time we talked, every time we sat across from each other at those coffee shops, I could see it in her eyes. Something was shifting.Not that I deserved it. I knew that much. The years I spent

Sarah’s pov.I told myself over and over again, “We’re just friends.” That’s what I had to believe. But the truth was, every time I saw Richard, my heart did this annoying little flip, and I hated it. We weren’t supposed to be here—on the edge of something more. Not again.It had started small, of course. Casual meetups, business dinners, nothing that screamed romantic. But every time we sat across from each other, laughing about the most random things, I couldn’t ignore that spark. The way his eyes softened when I spoke. Or how he’d occasionally touch my hand, as if testing the waters.I brushed it off. After everything we’d been through, there was no way I could trust him again. No way I could let myself feel that way. Right?“Sarah, you’re overthinking again,” Emma had told me the other day on Facetime, her usual no-nonsense attitude shining through. “Just enjoy it for what it is. You don’t need to have all the answers right now.”But that was the thing. I did need answers. Be

Richard’s POV“Why now?”Sarah’s question had been haunting me ever since she asked it. I could see the uncertainty in her eyes, the pain from our past surfacing again. And honestly, I struggled to answer that question for myself.Why now? Maybe it was because I finally recognized what I had lost. Or perhaps it was the realization that I couldn't keep living in the shadows of my mistakes. But the truth was hard to face. I’d hurt her, and that guilt was a weight I carried every day.I sat at my kitchen table, staring at my phone, wishing for a message from her. I wanted to reach out, to remind her that I was willing to fight for us. But I knew better. She needed space, time to process everything. But the silence was deafening, and with each passing hour, my fear of losing her again grew louder.“Come on, Richard,” I muttered to myself, running a hand through my hair. “Just give her time.”The kiss... it felt real. But she still had walls up, and I couldn’t blame her. I needed to giv