Winning Back His Ex's Wife's Broken Heart

Sarah's

Pov.

The morning light gushed through the curtains of my apartment but I didn't feel any warmth.

I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind still buzzing with last night's events. The party. Richard.

Richard! Noone told me he was going to be at the event. I didn't see his name amongst the list of businessmen. My mind hadn't crossed it to ask if he would be attending.

I sat up, running a hand through my hair. The argument with Richard had left a bitter taste in my mouth.

Seeing him again had stirred emotions I thought I'd buried. He looked more tired than I've known him while we were together.

And the things he said... I couldn't stop hearing his voice, accusing me, and blaming me.

But there was more to it. His eyes. The way he looked at me, like I was someone he'd lost.

I didn't want to think about him, yet here I was, unable to shake him from my thoughts.

You both are divorced. He had moved on. He has a fiancee now. I tried speaking sense to myself.

But then if he was happy and moved on, why did he say, 'I should never have divorced you?'

I sighed and got out of bed, wrapping my robe around myself as I made my way to the kitchen. I needed coffee. Something to clear my head.

As I poured the steaming liquid into a cup, my phone buzzed on the counter. I glanced at the screen and saw Wesley's name.

Wesley: Hey, are you okay? I didn't get to see you after the party last night. Just wanted to check on you.

I bit my lip. I hadn't told Wesley that I'd run into Richard. I'd left the party in such a rush after our argument, I didn't even say goodbye to anyone. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, unsure of what to say.

Me: Yeah, I'm fine. Just needed some air. It was a bit overwhelming.

A few seconds later, the phone buzzed again.

Wesley: I get that. Do you want to grab lunch today? We can talk, if you want. About anything.

I hesitated. Wesley had been so kind to me. Ever since we started spending more time together, he'd been nothing but supportive, and understanding.

He wasn't like Richard-he didn't carry our past on his shoulders. With Wesley, things felt simpler, easier.

But that was part of the problem, wasn't it? He wasn't Richard.

Even though I should hate Richard; I couldn't bring myself to. There was something comforting about him. Something that made me feel... safe even when he treated me like trash. Me: Lunch sounds good. Let's meet at 1?

Wesley: Perfect. See you then.

I set my phone down, the heat of the coffee cup seeping into my hands as I leaned against the counter.

I wanted to focus on my business and Wesley on the present, but my mind kept drifting back to Richard.

The way he had looked at me last night. The anger, the jealousy, the regret.

It had been several months since our marriage fell apart, and I'd thought I was over him.

But seeing him again had shaken something loose inside me. Did he really regret divorcing me?

Or was that just another way to manipulate me, to keep me from moving on?

I sighed, frustrated with myself. I didn't want to think about Richard. I wanted to move forward. Wesley was my chance at something new, something better. But then why was I so torn?

***

I arrived at the cafe a little before one, choosing a quiet table near the window.

The city was bustling outside, but here, it felt calm and peaceful. I needed that right now. I needed clarity.

Wesley showed up a few minutes later, his face lighting up when he saw me. He walked over, his steps easy, and confident, and pulled out a chair across from me.

"Hey," he said with a soft smile, sitting down. "I'm glad you came."

"Of course," I replied, trying to match his energy. "It's good to see you."

We ordered our food, and for a while, we made small talk.

But there was an undercurrent of something deeper between us, something we hadn't fully addressed. And I knew he felt it too.

"So," Wesley said, breaking the silence after the waiter left, "I've been thinking about us."

I nodded, my stomach twisting slightly. Here it was. The conversation I'd been dreading, but also knew had to happen.

"I really care about you, Sarah," Wesley continued, his voice gentle but firm.

"I've told you before, but I want to be clear. I see a future with you. I know things have been... complicated, with everything you've been through. But I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."

His words were exactly what I should've wanted to hear. Wesley was offering me stability, a chance to move forward, to build something new.

But why did it feel so hard to accept?

"I appreciate that," I said, my voice quieter than I intended. "I do, Wesley. You've been amazing to me. More than I deserve, honestly."

He frowned, reaching across the table to take my hand. "Don't say that. You deserve everything, Sarah. You deserve someone who's going to be there for you, who sees you for who you really are." I looked down at our hands, his thumb brushing gently over my skin. He was so... good.

But in the back of my mind, Richard's face kept creeping in. The way he'd looked at me last night, the anger and pain in his eyes.

"I just... I don't know if I'm ready," I admitted, pulling my hand away gently. "I've been through a lot. I'm still trying to figure things out."

Wesley nodded, his expression understanding, but I could see the disappointment in his eyes.

"I get it. I don't want to rush you into anything. But I also don't want you to think I'm not serious. I'm here, Sarah. Whenever you're ready."

His sincerity hit me hard. I felt like I was being pulled in two directions-my past with Richard and the possibility of a future with Wesley.

"I know," I said, trying to smile. "I just... need some time to think."

"Take all the time you need," he said softly. "I'm not going anywhere."

We finished our lunch in comfortable silence. I knew I needed to make a choice.

Wesley was offering me something real, something solid. But my heart was still tangled up in old feelings, unresolved memories of Richard. After we finished, Wesley walked me to the door of the cafe. "Call me when you're ready," he said, leaning in to kiss my cheek. "I'll be waiting." I nodded, watching him walk away, feeling both grateful and guilty. He deserved an answer, but I wasn't sure I had one to give.

Later that evening, I sat on the couch in my apartment, staring out the window at the Madrid skyline.

The sun was beginning to set, casting a soft orange glow over the city. It should've been beautiful, and calming, but all I felt was restless.

My phone buzzed beside me, and I glanced down, expecting it to be Wesley. But it wasn't.

It was a message from Richard. How did he get my number?

My heart skipped a beat as I opened it, my hands trembling slightly.

Richard: Wesley isn't who you think he is. He's my rival. He's been using you to get at me.

I stared at the screen, my mind racing. Rival? What was Richard talking about?

Wesley had never mentioned anything about Richard. And Richard had never mentioned Wesley before last night.

A flood of confusion and anger surged through me. Was Richard trying to manipulate me again, trying to turn me against Wesley? Or was there truth to his words? My phone buzzed again.

Richard: He came to you on purpose, Sarah. To hurt me.