All Chapters of Winning Back His Ex's Wife's Broken Heart : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Richard’s pov.Trust Sarah to continue the restoration the next day, and I kinda feel bad, Susan really went all out turning the place into a showroom.I watched as Sarah fiddled with the arrangement on the mantel, adjusting and readjusting the same candle as if the world depended on its exact placement. “Are you decorating or trying to hypnotize it?” I asked, grinning as she shot me a look.“Oh, please,” she retorted. “Someone has to make this place look decent.” She flashed me a smirk, daring me to say more.“Decent? You wound me,” I said, clutching a hand to my chest, mock-offended. She let out a laugh, and I couldn’t help but join in. We had fallen into this easy rhythm, something that felt as new as it was familiar. The little teasing moments reminded me of the better days, but there was also something fresh here—like a spark reignited.As she turned her attention back to the living room, I could feel my heart pounding with the plan I’d set in motion for today. This was a big

RICHARD POV.I pulled her close, letting her rest her head on my shoulder. “I’m not letting her ruin what we have,” I said firmly.Sarah lifted her head, her eyes meeting mine. “Neither am I. We’ve been through too much to let her—or anyone—come between us.”I kissed her forehead gently. “Exactly. This is our life now, and no one gets to dictate how we live it.”She smiled, her eyes shining with warmth. “I like the sound of that.”“Well,” she said, breaking the silence and tapping her fingers on the side of her leg, “I think this calls for a drink, don’t you?”I laughed, nodding in agreement. “Perfect idea.”We made our way into the kitchen, and I pulled out a bottle of champagne that I’d kept stashed away for a special moment. This felt like just the right time. I poured us each a glass, and as I handed hers over, I could see the sparkle in her eyes that reminded me of why I’d fallen for her in the first place.“To new beginnings,” I said, raising my glass.She raised hers too, clin

Richard’s pov.The guy with the camera? Probably nothing. Or at least that’s what I kept telling Sarah, and myself too, to be honest. Maybe the guy with the camera was just some paparazzi, bored and out for a scoop, or maybe just a regular guy who thought he’d seen someone he knew. Sarah seemed rattled, though, and I couldn’t stand seeing her like that.What bothered me most wasn’t the guy himself but Sarah’s reaction. She hadn’t said much, but I could see the worry in her eyes, the way her shoulders tensed every time we passed someone on the street. I hated seeing her like that — on edge, nervous. So I tried to shake it off. Whoever the guy was, he was gone now, probably just some nosy photographer or someone who thought they’d seen a celebrity. Yeah, that was it. Simple. After all, I just announced my re-engagement to Sarah, so it was normal for the paparazzi to want to take pictures.As we got back to the apartment, Sarah went to put her things down, and I could see she was stil

Sarah’s pov.Richard tried to brush it off, but I could see something had caught his attention. He kept glancing out the window, his smile tight, eyes a bit too serious. My own stomach twisted a little. The dinner, the laughs — it had felt like we’d slipped into our own little world, but now, something about his unease tugged me back to reality.“Richard,” I nudged, my voice softer, “what is it, really? You’re worrying me.”He looked at me, then back at the window, like he was trying to figure out what to say. “It’s just… There's a car out there. Been sitting there for a while now.”A prickle ran down my spine. I shifted in my seat, glancing out the window without trying to look too obvious. Sure enough, there it was. An old sedan parked across the street, the lights dimmed, engine humming. Whoever was in there didn’t seem to be in any hurry to leave. “Maybe they’re just… lost?” I offered, trying to make it sound convincing, though I wasn’t sure if I was trying to convince him or m

Sarah’s pov.The evening started with a quiet, tense mood that I was determined to shake off. Richard had been distracted ever since his old associate, James, had shown up out of nowhere with some vague warning. I could see it in his eyes—a darkness, a worry that gnawed at him, even though he tried to hide it behind a calm face. I wanted to pull him out of it, just for a while.“Let’s play a game,” I blurted out, grinning and hoping he’d get into the spirit.He looked up, confused. “A game?”“Yes, a game. Something simple, fun.” I grabbed a stack of cards from the living room drawer. “Come on, when was the last time we played anything? Besides, I’m feeling pretty competitive tonight.”Richard’s mouth quirked into a small smile. “You’re challenging me to a game night?”I leaned in, waggling my eyebrows. “Scared?”He chuckled, finally giving in. “Alright, bring it on. What are we playing?”Half an hour later, we were knee-deep in cards and dice, with the coffee table covered in snacks.