All Chapters of Winning Back His Ex's Wife's Broken Heart : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Richard’s pov.Sarah stood there, still holding the file like it was her only shield. Her shoulders were tense, her head slightly bowed. I wanted to run over and pull her into my arms, to ask her a thousand questions, but I stayed back, waiting for her to gather herself. She needed a minute, and I wasn’t about to take that from her.Finally, she looked around, her eyes scanning the area until they fell on me. Her expression shifted, a mix of surprise and relief flooding her face. She didn’t look angry that I’d followed her—if anything, she looked grateful.I stepped out from the shadows, walking over slowly. “You alright?” I asked, my voice soft.She let out a shaky breath and nodded. “Yeah. Just… a bit shaken, I guess.”I glanced at the file she was clutching. “Who is he? What did he give you?”Her gaze dropped to the file, a frown creasing her forehead. “I don’t know yet,” she murmured. “But whatever it is… it can’t be good.”I put a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it gently. “We’

Richard’s pov.I couldn’t help but feel that gnawing feeling at the back of my mind, like I was constantly being watched. Every step I took, every meeting I attended, I kept noticing these little things, small signs that didn’t feel right. Employees looked away too quickly when I walked by, whispers that died down just as I entered the room, the way certain people held back in conversations.And it wasn’t just paranoia, was it? I’d found myself caught between James and Susan, with Sarah now looking at me like I was a stranger. Those business deals—they’d all happened years ago, a lifetime ago, or so I’d thought. But seeing Sarah’s hurt, that pain I’d caused just by hiding the truth, it all came rushing back to me. And I couldn’t help wondering: if Susan and James had dragged Sarah into this, who else in my life might be working with them?In the beginning, I’d brushed it off. Told myself I was just stressed, that I was seeing patterns where there were none. But as the days went on

Sarah’s POV.Sitting in a quiet booth at the back of a small cafe, I wrapped my hands around a mug of coffee, letting the warmth seep through my fingers. I glanced at the door again, nerves buzzing through me as I waited. James was late, but I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. Every second that passed made me question my decision to come here, to meet him alone. But after everything I’d found—and everything Richard still wouldn’t tell me—I had to know. I had to understand what James wanted and what he knew.Just as I was considering leaving, the door opened, and there he was. James looked different than the last time I’d seen him—older, and a bit worn down. But his eyes still had that same sharpness, that same hint of something dark. He spotted me right away and walked over, his expression unreadable.“Sarah,” he said, sliding into the seat across from me. “Didn’t expect you’d actually show up.”I forced a smile, trying to keep my voice steady. “Well, you left me little

Sarah’s Pov.I took a deep breath, clutching the steering wheel as I pulled up in front of the small cafe where I was meeting Susan. My mind was still reeling from the encounter with James, the way he dropped hints and threats so casually. And now here I was, facing another ghost from our past. Susan had been circling around us like a shark, but something in me said I needed to face her myself, away from Richard, to truly understand what she wanted. As soon as I walked in, I spotted her at a corner table, swirling her coffee with a thin smile that didn’t reach her eyes. She looked different from how I remembered—still polished and poised, but something in her eyes was colder, sharper. This wasn’t the same Susan from back when Richard and I first got married. She’d changed, or maybe she’d always been like this, and I’d been too naive to see it.“Sarah,” she greeted, her tone oozing a false warmth. “So brave of you to come meet me.”“Susan,” I replied, keeping my voice steady as I

Sarah’s pov.As I sat across from Richard, a new resolve had settled over us both. We’d been dancing around these shadows for so long, pretending we could handle things on our own, that maybe the other didn’t need to know. But I could see now how much I’d held back, and how much he’d hidden. If we were going to get through this, we’d have to trust each other completely.“Alright,” I said, breaking the silence between us, “so what’s the plan?”Richard looked at me, his expression a mix of determination and something like relief. “First, we get Martins involved,” he replied.“He knows enough about this kind of work, and we need someone on our side who understands the law, someone who can move quietly and quickly.”I nodded, feeling a little weight lift. Martins was someone I trusted too. A practical thinker, level-headed, someone who wouldn’t get rattled easily. If anyone could help us, it’d be him.“When do we meet him?” I asked, already calculating how much time we had left before th