Winning Back His Ex's Wife's Broken Heart

Richard's POV.

It involved Sarah? What does that mean? The TV flickered on, and Martin stepped aside, giving me a clear view.

My head was still spinning from the argument with Susan, but the moment I saw the headline flash across the screen, all thoughts of her vanished. "Vitalé Wellness CEO Sarah Williams Makes Waves in New Markets"

Sarah's face filled the screen, and I froze.

"What the fuck is going on, Sarah is the CEO of Vitale?" I asked no one in particular.

She was sitting at some press event, dressed in a sleek, fitted suit that made her look more confident than I ever remembered.

Her smile was calm, and collected, like she had everything figured out.

She leaned forward slightly as a reporter asked her something, and when she answered, it was like watching someone else entirely.

And then, out of nowhere, he appeared.

Wesley.

Wesley freaking Stan, sitting right beside her with that smug grin on his face. My heart dropped to my stomach, and for a second, I couldn't even process what I was seeing. "Is that-?" Martin started again, still processing. "Is that Wesley sitting next to Sarah?"

I couldn't answer. I was too stunned, my heart pounding as I watched them on live TV, cozy as ever.

Sarah was talking, smiling even, like this was some sort of joke.

"What the hell...," I whispered, barely recognizing my own voice. "What the hell is going on? How the hell did they meet?"

Martin glanced at me, but he didn't say anything. He didn't have to. The anger was boiling up inside me, burning through my veins.

Wesley was with Sarah, at a press event for the company that was destroying mine. What kind of game was he playing?

I could feel my pulse in my throat, the familiar rage building. Sarah, of all people, with Wesley?

How did I not see this coming? I should've known. The sudden rise of Vitalé.

"Miss Sarah," one of the reporters called, "what's the next step for Vitalé Wellness? Do you have plans for expansion?"

I stared at her as she answered, barely listening to the words. She was confident, more confident than I'd ever seen her when we were together.

It twisted something inside me. I used to think she was fragile, someone who needed me to make the decisions.

But now, seeing her like this, it hit me that she never really needed me at all.

She was doing just fine. Better than fine.

Wesley leaned in closer to her, whispering something in her ear, and I wanted to throw something at the screen.

What the hell is he doing? My stomach churned, and the jealousy I hadn't even known was there surged up like a tidal wave.

"It's been incredible," she said, her voice confident. "We've worked hard to get here, and the support from our customers has been overwhelming." We. She said we. Wesley was part of that, we. I clenched my fists.

"What the hell is this?" I muttered. "Since when does Sarah know anything about this industry?"

Martin didn't answer, just kept watching the screen as more questions about the business followed.

Sarah answered them effortlessly, talking about expansion, growth, and new markets-like she'd been planning this for years.

Like she and Wesley were some sort of unstoppable team.

Another reporter stood, asking something in Spanish. I didn't catch it, but Sarah responded without hesitation, switching to Spanish like it was nothing. The reporters looked impressed. Hell, even I was impressed. Since when did she speak Spanish so fluently?

And then, as if the universe wanted to twist the knife deeper, the next question hit.

"Miss Sarah, after your divorce, do you feel personal matters could affect your business?"

The mention of our divorce knocked the air out of me. My hands gripped the edge of the couch, and I leaned forward, waiting for her response.

Sarah glanced at Wesley, and he gave her some sort of reassuring nod, like he had any right to be the one she looked at for support. It should've been me. She smiled softly, her voice calm. "My personal life is separate from my professional life. I've worked hard to keep it that way."

I scoffed, shaking my head. Bullshit. She just pushed 'me' away like that.

"There have been rumors, Sarah, that you and Mr. Wesley are more than just business partners. Is there any truth to that?"

I leaned forward, my heart pounding in my chest. No, no way. There's no way she would-

"Yes," Wesley said, cutting off any suspense. "Sarah and I are in a relationship."

I shot up from my chair. "What the f-!" The word was halfway out of my mouth before I could stop it.

My chest tightened, and my fists clenched at my sides. I felt like I'd been punched in the gut.

Martin glanced at me, his expression neutral, but I could tell he knew this wasn't just about business anymore.

I started pacing, unable to sit still. "Are you seeing this? Wesley's not just stealing my market-he's stealing Sarah too!" "Calm down, Richard-" Martin started.

"They've been working together?" I muttered under my breath, trying to process it.

How long had this been going on? Wesley was stealing my market share, and now it looked like he'd stolen my ex-wife, too.

"Richard...," Martin started cautiously, but I was already pacing, trying to keep my cool. "Calm down. You don't even know-"

"Calm down?" I cut him off, my voice sharp. "You're telling me to calm down when my rival is sitting there, holding hands with my wife on national television?" Martin blinked, looking between me and the TV. Then, as if the words physically stung him, he corrected, "Ex-wife, Richard. She's your ex."

That didn't help. At all.

"Ex or not, Martin, this is insane! Wesley's sitting there, acting like they're some perfect team, and Sarah's... she's going along with it!"

I could feel the heat rising in my chest, the anger, the betrayal. "He's using her. He's doing this to get at me."

On the screen, Wesley's smug face turned toward the camera as he casually placed his hand over Sarah's. Like it was nothing.

"This is personal," I growled. "He's not just going after my company. He's going after everything. And Sarah... she's letting him!" Martin looked at the screen, his jaw clenched. "I don't know, man. This is... messed up."

"Messed up? That's putting it lightly!" I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My head was spinning.

Sarah had always been loyal-sure, I never loved her, and our marriage fell apart-but this? With Wesley? It was like a punch to the gut.