Winning Back His Ex's Wife's Broken Heart

Richard's

pov.

The sun was barely up when I woke up the next day, but it didn't matter. I hadn't slept much anyway. The bed felt too big. Too empty.

Susan hadn't come home after our argument. I didn't call her either. What for?

If I was leaving for Madrid today, the last thing I needed was to deal with her creating more drama.

She'd probably scream about me flying halfway across the world to see my ex-wife.

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. What did I even see in her?

I walked over to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face. I stared at myself in the mirror.

Dark circles under my eyes. My hair is a mess.

I didn't look like the man people expected to see when they thought of Richard Wright, the billionaire, the businessman.

No. I looked like someone who had lost control. Someone who had screwed up.

I grabbed a towel, wiped my face, and headed downstairs.

The house was too quiet, the silence almost deafening. I hated it.

As I poured myself a cup of coffee, my phone buzzed on the counter. A message. From Martins.

'Ready for Madrid? Don't forget to keep that smile for Sarah. Make it count.'

I ignored it, putting the phone face down.

Madrid. Why was I even doing this? Why was I chasing her across the world like some lovesick idiot?

But I knew the answer. She was working with him. Wesley. My biggest rival, the one guy who'd love nothing more than to watch my empire crumble.

I clenched my fists, feeling the anger rise in my chest.

Sarah, my Sarah, was with him. What did he promise her? What did he say to make her trust him?

Or...had she moved on? Was she truly happy with him?

The thought made my stomach twist. Happy. Without me.

I threw the cup in the sink, the sound of it shattering making my jaw clench harder. I had to see her. I had to talk to her.

***

By midday, I was sitting in my private jet, staring out of the window as the plane lifted off the runway. Madrid, here I come.

My phone buzzed again. This time, I didn't ignore it.

'Charm her with your changed attitude and send my love to her, I pray she gives you an audience though.'

I grunted and shoved the phone back into my pocket. Charm her back? As if it were that simple.

Sarah wasn't the kind of woman who could be swayed by smooth talk and empty promises. She was...different. She was real.

I leaned back in my seat, staring at the ceiling of the jet. Memories of her flooded my mind.

The way she used to smile at me, even when I scorned her. The way she was always so thoughtful, so caring.

And how did I treat her? Like she was second place. Like she didn't matter.

I was an idiot.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm the guilt that gnawed at me. Maybe it was too late.

Maybe I'd already lost her. But I couldn't let her stay with him. Not Wesley.

I closed my eyes, letting the hum of the jet fill the silence. The memories wouldn't stop.

I kept replaying all the moments I had with her-the good ones and the bad ones.

Mostly the bad. The way I pushed her away. The way I had chosen Susan and my business over her.

Now, she was the one on the other side. Building her own empire. And it was because of me.

My mind was running in circles, thoughts of Sarah and Wesley were messing with my head.

Wesley was using her. He had to be. It was the only thing that made sense.

No matter how much I hurt Sarah, I knew her. She wouldn't just team up with Wesley, especially if she knew the kind of rivalry we had. She wouldn't betray me like that.

But Wesley? That bastard would do anything to get an edge over me, even if it meant manipulating Sarah.

And it made sense, didn't it? Wesley knew we were married.

The news of our divorce was everywhere, and now he's using her to get at me. The thought made my blood boil.

I shook my head. No. There's no way Sarah knew about all this. She wasn't the type to get involved in shady business games. Hell, she didn't even know half my colleagues, let alone my rivals.

Why? Because I kept her out of it.

I never brought her to any business events, and never introduced her to the people I worked with.

She was always separate from that part of my life. I didn't let her get involved.

Damn. I rubbed my temples, feeling a headache forming. That solved it.

Wesley was doing this on purpose, and Sarah probably had no idea she was being played.

I leaned forward, gripping the edge of my seat. He was teaming up with her to bring me down, and she didn't even know.

"This is classic Wesley fucking Kent," I muttered under my breath, shaking my head. "He's setting her up."

My jaw clenched as I thought about it. I could picture it now-Wesley, all smiles, sweet-talking Sarah into working with him. Pretending to be on her side, pretending he wanted to help her grow her business.

And Sarah, trusting him because she didn't know any better.

I should've told her about Wesley a long time ago. But back then, it didn't matter, did it?

I didn't think we'd end up here. I didn't think I'd be sitting on a plane to Madrid, wondering if my ex-wife was being manipulated by my biggest enemy.

"If it were Susan..." I let out a bitter laugh. "I wouldn't have thought about it twice. She would've done it in a heartbeat if it meant getting something out of it." Susan always got whatever she put her mind to. That was what I'd loved in her since all these years, right?

But Sarah? No. She was different. She wouldn't do this to me. Not on purpose.

Wesley was behind this. I was sure of it now.

I tightened my grip on the armrest. I had to get to Madrid. I had to stop this before Wesley dug his claws any deeper into her.

I couldn't let him use Sarah as a pawn in his game.

We landed in Madrid in the early evening. The sun was setting over the city, casting everything in a warm, golden light. It was beautiful, but I barely noticed. I had other things on my mind.

As I stepped off the plane, I spotted a local paper on a nearby newsstand. The headline caught my eye.

"Sarah Williams and Wesley Kent - The Power Duo Taking Over the Wellness Industry."

My blood boiled as I grabbed the paper, scanning the article. There was a picture of her, standing next to Wesley, smiling.

That same smile she used to give me, even though I had always detested it. Only now, it was him she was giving it to.

I crumpled the paper in my fist, my heart racing.

This wasn't just about business anymore. This was personal.

I got into the car waiting for me and headed to the hotel suite I booked.

My mind spinned with a mix of jealousy, anger, and something else I couldn't quite put my finger on.

Was she really happy with him? Or was Wesley just using her like I feared?

I clenched my jaw as the car sped through the streets of Madrid. I had to know. I had to see her.

No matter what it took.