All Chapters of Winning Back His Ex's Wife's Broken Heart : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Richard’s POVI think the first sign something was wrong was when Sarah stopped giving me hell about the coffee machine. It’s been her favorite thing to complain about for weeks, saying it’s possessed because it always spills over whenever she tries to make a cup. But this morning, she just looked at it, sighed, and made her coffee in silence. No snarky comments, no rolling of the eyes—just silence.That’s when I knew.We’d had the kiss. That kiss that should have set us on the right path. I could feel it was something for both of us, a step toward fixing the mess I made. But since then, she’s been pulling away. Slower at first, then all at once. The warmth between us, the ease, all of it was slipping through my fingers like sand.“Are you mad at the coffee again?” I asked, trying to lighten the mood.She barely smiled, more of a twitch at the corner of her lips. “It’s just a coffee machine, Richard. I’m fine.”Fine. The word people use when everything is definitely not fine.I wa

SARAH POV.The day started with a burnt piece of toast. That’s how you know things are about to go downhill. First, you burn your breakfast, then you burn your bridges. I stared at the blackened slice, smoke curling lazily toward the ceiling, and sighed.“Figures,” I muttered, tossing the toast into the trash. “Can’t even make breakfast without things falling apart.It wasn't just the toast, though. It was everything. My life has felt like a pile of burnt toast lately, and today, I was finally going to scrape it off my plate for good.Richard had to go. There was no point dragging this mess out any longer. I was done being the fool.The last few days had been a blur of confusion and hurt. After everything Wesley had said and Susan’s cryptic messages about Richard being the same liar he’d always been, I just couldn’t shake the feeling that I was walking back into a fire. Every time I tried to convince myself that Richard had changed, that we could somehow make it work, the old wounds

Sarah’s POV.The day started like any other—mundane emails, phone calls, and a cup of lukewarm coffee that had gone cold while I was distracted by my spiraling thoughts. The office was unusually quiet, except for the distant clacking of keyboards from my employees, which only made me more restless.I grabbed my phone, scrolling through the endless stream of messages. One, in particular, caught my eye—a message from Wesley. He had been acting strange lately. Too friendly. Too apologetic. His last few gifts had crossed the line from thoughtful to downright uncomfortable. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but something wasn’t right.But today, I needed a favor, and Wesley was the closest person who could help.With a sigh, I dialed his number.“Hey, Wesley. I need to ask you something about the project. Can we meet tomorrow?” I said, trying to keep the conversation as professional as possible.“Of course, Sarah,” he replied, his voice a little too smooth, too eager. “Anything for you.”

Richard’s POVThe moment Sarah walked through my door, I knew it was the right decision to ask her for a “do-over” date. Seeing her again had stirred something up in me—something I’d tried hard to push down, to bury beneath work and excuses. But now, she was here, and for some reason, the idea of going on a real date seemed right.“So, a do-over date?” Sarah asked, raising an eyebrow as she leaned against the doorframe. Her expression was skeptical, but her lips were tugging at the corners, ready to smile.“Yeah,” I said, trying not to sound as nervous as I felt. “You know, a fresh start. Nothing serious, no talk about… the past, just us. For once.”She tilted her head, studying me, then sighed and shrugged. “Alright, fine. Where are we going?”I hadn’t actually planned this part, so I scrambled for something. “Uh… I thought we’d start with a little walk. Tourist spots, maybe?”She laughed, and I felt a bit foolish but grinned anyway. “A walk?” she teased, crossing her arms. “That’

Richard’s POVDriving home after game night, I couldn’t get the image of Sarah laughing out of my mind. It had been a long time since I’d seen her like that—her guard down, her smile easy, eyes bright with genuine joy. I caught myself smiling, too, the kind that didn’t feel forced, or worse, plastered on to meet someone’s expectations.I pulled into my driveway, turned off the car, and just sat there in the dark for a while, my thoughts drifting back to the night. Sarah had invited me into a part of her life I’d hardly ever seen, and I realized it had been her friends—her laughter—that had helped pull down the invisible walls between us, even if just for a few hours. How had I missed this side of her before?Walking inside, I left the lights off and dropped onto the couch, the silence of the house settling around me. I closed my eyes, replaying the way Sarah had thrown herself into that charades game without a second thought, belting out that song off-key, shaking her head like s