Winning Back His Ex's Wife's Broken Heart

Sarah's

POV.

I barely made it home before the tears started falling. As soon as I closed the door behind me, I slid down to the floor, burying my face in my hands.

The image of Richard and Susan, smiling and happy, flashed through my mind. My heart ached, the pain sharp and deep.

The man I had loved, the one who never loved me back, had left me for his mistress.

He had walked away from our marriage like it was nothing. And now, he was happy, ready to start a new life with her.

"Why wasn't I enough?" I whispered to the empty room. I felt small and unwanted, like all those years meant nothing.

I had given so much of myself to Richard, hoping he would one day love me back. But he never did. Instead, he moved on, leaving me behind to pick up the pieces.

I cried for what felt like hours, letting out all the hurt and anger I had kept inside.

After a while, I was just numb. I dragged myself to the couch, curling up into a ball, and staring blankly at the wall and I didn't know when I dozed off.

Later that evening, there was a knock on the door. I wiped my face and went to open it. A delivery man stood there, holding a small parcel.

"For you," he said, handing it over. I blinked in surprise. "Me?"

I signed for it, thanked him, and gently shut the door. Who would send me something?

I stared at the box for a moment before carefully opening it.

Inside was a small, beautifully wrapped gift and a note. My hands shook as I unfolded the paper and began to read.

"Sarah,

I know today was hard, and I know you're hurting. But don't let this break you. You are stronger than you realize, and you have so much to offer the world. -W"

I felt a lump in my throat as I read the words. They were simple but hit me hard.

Someone cared, someone believed in me. I felt a warmth spread through my chest.

I looked inside the box and found a small, delicate bracelet with a tiny charm-a light bulb.

It was so thoughtful. I held it in my hand, feeling the smoothness of the metal.

It wasn't just a piece of jewelry. It was a reminder that even when everything felt like it was falling apart, there was still light, there was still hope.

I sat down, clutching the bracelet, letting the tears fall again. I stared at the bracelet for a long time, holding it tight in my hand.

I knew who sent it.

Only one person would be so thoughtful right now. I picked up my phone and dialed Wesley's number. It rang a couple of times before he picked up.

"Hey, Sarah," he answered, his voice warm and calm. "How are you holding up?"

I took a shaky breath. "I got your gift," I said softly. "Thank you. It... it means a lot."

There was a pause on the other end, and then he said gently, "I'm glad it reached you. I just wanted you to know you're not alone in this. If you ever want to talk about it... I'm here."

I felt my chest tighten, the walls around me feeling like they were closing in. "Actually," I whispered, "could you come and pick me up? I need some fresh air."

"Of course," Wesley said without hesitation. "I'll be there soon. Just hold on, okay?"

I nodded, even though he couldn't see me. "Okay. Thank you, Wesley."

"You'll see me soon," he promised, his voice steady and sure.

I hung up, feeling a small bit of relief wash over me. I knew he would come, and somehow, that made it a little easier to breathe.

I stood up, still holding the bracelet, and walked to the window. I needed to get out of here, to clear my head.

My mind was a mess, tangled with thoughts of Richard, Susan, and that awful TV announcement.

The man I loved had left me for his mistress, and now they were flashing their engagement all over the news.

I clenched the bracelet in my hand, trying to keep it together. A part of me felt so small, so crushed. Why wasn't I enough? What did Susan have that I didn't? Minutes felt like hours, and then I saw Wesley's car pull up. I grabbed my coat and rushed to the door.

I barely locked the door behind me as I ran out. When I got outside, Wesley was already there, standing by the passenger door with it open, waiting for me.

"Hey," he said softly, his eyes full of concern.

I just nodded, not trusting my voice. I got into the car, and he shut the door gently behind me before getting in on his side.

For a moment, we just sat there in silence.

"Where do you want to go?" he asked quietly.

"Anywhere but here," I mumbled, looking out the window. "I just need to get away."

He nodded, starting the car. "Okay, let's go for a drive," he said. "No destination, just... drive."

Wesley didn't push me to talk and didn't ask how I was feeling. He just let me be.

After a while, when the city lights became a blur outside my window, I finally found my voice.

As we drove, the quiet between us started to feel heavy. I stared out the window, but the city lights were just a blur.

I took a deep breath. I needed to say it. I needed him to know.

"Wesley," I said, my voice small. "The man on the news earlier... Richard. He's my ex-husband."

Wesley kept his eyes on the road but nodded. "I know," he said simply.

I blinked, staring at him. "You know?"

He glanced at me briefly, then back at the road. "Your divorce was all over the news, Sarah. Hard to miss it."

I felt my face flush with embarrassment. Right. Of course. It had been a big scandal, with the media eating up every detail of our broken marriage.

"Why didn't you say anything when we met?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

He shrugged. "It wasn't my business," he said calmly. "I figured if you wanted to talk about it, you would. I wasn't going to bring it up."

"Oh," was all I could manage. I wasn't sure what to think.

Part of me was relieved he hadn't pried, but another part of me wondered if he saw me as some sad, broken story.

Wesley took a deep breath. "Listen, Sarah," he began, his voice firmer. "It's his loss, not yours. You need to stop thinking it's something you did wrong."

I turned to look at him, and he kept going. "You're smart, you're talented, and you're beautiful," he said, glancing at me for a second before turning back to the road.

"You're just 28. You have so much ahead of you. This... this is just a bump, not the end."

His words made something inside me loosen, like a knot coming undone. "But it feels like the end," I admitted. "Like... I failed."

Wesley shook his head. "No, you didn't. He failed you. He couldn't see what he had. That's on him, not on you."

"You have this amazing business growing, you have your whole life ahead of you."

"You'll find your footing again. This... all of this, it'll be just a small part of your story, not the whole thing."

A small smile tugged at my lips despite myself. He made it sound so simple, so clear. Like I was more than just the woman Richard left.

"Thank you," I said quietly.

Wesley glanced at me again, a small smile playing on his lips too. "You don't have to thank me. You just need to start believing it. You're going places, Sarah. Don't let anyone make you forget that." "But why does it still hurt so much?" I whispered. "It's been two months. I should be over this."

Wesley glanced at me, his eyes softening. "Sarah, it takes time. You loved him, and he... he didn't treat you the way you deserved. That kind of hurt doesn't just go away."

I nodded, feeling a lump in my throat. "But I feel like a fool. Like I was never enough for him."

He shook his head. "No, Sarah. You were more than enough. He just... he couldn't see it. That's on him, not on you."

I felt tears sting my eyes. "I just don't get it. Why her? Why wasn't I the one he wanted?"

Wesley gripped the steering wheel, his jaw tightening. "Some people don't know what they have until it's gone. And some people... they only see what they think they want, not what's right in front of them." I turned to look at him. His face was tense, his eyes fixed on the road. He looked like he wanted to say more but was holding back.

I felt a tear slip down my cheek, but for once, it wasn't just because of Richard. It was because I'd never been this praised and felt worthy of my life.