Winning Back His Ex's Wife's Broken Heart

Sarah's POV.

The evening was painfully quiet. I sat on the couch, my phone on the table in front of me, but I wasn't really looking at it.

My mind was a mess, replaying every conversation I'd had with Wesley over the past few months.

Every piece of advice, every encouraging word- it all just part of some bigger plan. A plan to use me as a pawn in his game against Richard?

I didn't want to believe it. I didn't want to believe that Wesley had manipulated me like that.

But after what I'd heard in the cafe, after the way he talked so casually about business and competition, I couldn't shake the feeling that Richard had been right all along. Wesley had used me.

A knock on the door broke the silence. My heart jumped. I didn't have to guess who it was. Wesley. Of course, it was Wesley.

For a moment, I just sat there, frozen. I didn't want to see him, didn't want to hear whatever excuse he had ready.

But part of me, the part that still hoped there was some explanation, some misunderstanding, pushed me to my feet. I walked slowly to the door and opened it.

Wesley stood there, holding a bouquet of flowers. His face was soft, concerned, like he really cared. But after everything, I couldn't trust that anymore. "Sarah," he said softly. "Can we talk?"

I crossed my arms over my chest, the anger already simmering beneath the surface. "What is there to talk about, Wesley?"

He shifted on his feet, looking almost nervous. "Please, just let me explain. I... I didn't mean to upset you earlier."

I stepped back, letting him inside, but I didn't say anything. I wasn't going to make this easy for him.

He walked in, setting the flowers down on the table, and turned to face me, his eyes pleading.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I don't know what happened today, but I can see that something's wrong. Please, just tell me what's going on."

I stared at him, feeling the heat rise in my chest. The fact that he could stand there, acting like he didn't know, made me want to scream. "You want to know what's going on? Fine. I'll tell you. Did you know Richard before you met me?" His expression faltered for just a second, a tiny flicker of something passing across his face. Then, he quickly recovered, shaking his head. "Sarah, what does that have to do with anything?" "Just answer the question!" I snapped, my voice louder than I intended. "Did you know Richard?" Wesley looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yes," he finally admitted. "I knew him. But-"

"But what, Wesley?" I interrupted, stepping closer to him, my voice trembling with anger.

"You knew him, and yet you conveniently never mentioned it to me. You just let me think you were helping me because you cared, but all this time, you were using me to get back at him, weren't you?" He opened his mouth to protest, but I wasn't done.

"Do you know how humiliating that is? To find out that the man I trusted, the man I thought was supporting me, was really just using me as a tool in some petty rivalry?"

Wesley's face fell. "Sarah, it's not like that."

"Then what is it like?" I demanded, my voice cracking. "Because from where I'm standing, it looks exactly like that."

He reached out, trying to take my hand, but I pulled away. "I didn't approach you with the intention of hurting you," he said, his voice soft, almost pleading.

"Yes, I knew Richard. Yes, we have history. But when I met you, Sarah, I saw more than just an opportunity. I saw potential in your business, in you. And I swear, my feelings for you are real. They have nothing to do with Richard."

I shook my head, tears stinging the corners of my eyes. "How am I supposed to believe that, Wesley? How am I supposed to believe anything you say now?"

He looked desperate, his voice breaking as he spoke. "I'm sorry, Sarah. I know I should have told you about Richard. I should have been honest from the start. But I never wanted to hurt you. I care about you. I really do."

I could feel the tears slipping down my cheeks now, but I didn't wipe them away. "You care about me?"

I whispered, my voice trembling. "How can you say that when you've been lying to me this whole time?"

"I wasn't lying," he insisted, stepping closer again. "I kept things from you, yes, but I wasn't lying about my feelings. I never wanted this to happen. I never wanted to lose you."

I stared at him, my heart aching. I wanted to believe him. I wanted so badly to believe that he was honest. But I couldn't. Not after everything I'd learned.

"I can't do this anymore," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Wesley's eyes widened. "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that I can't trust you," I replied, my voice firmer now. "I can't be with someone who hides things from me, who uses me without even telling me the truth. Leave, Wesley."

He looked like I'd punched him in the stomach. "Sarah, please don't do this. I'll make it right. I'll prove to you that my feelings are real. Just give me a chance."

I shook my head, stepping back toward the door. "I've given you enough chances, Wesley. You've already shown me who you are."

He stood there for a moment, looking completely defeated, and for a split second, I almost regretted it.

Almost. But then I remembered the lies, the manipulation, and the anger flared back up inside me.

"Go, Wesley," I said quietly.

Wesley hesitated, his face filled with regret, but he finally nodded. "Okay," he whispered. "I'll go. But please... just know that I'm sorry. I never wanted to hurt you." I didn't respond. I just opened the door and waited for him to leave.

He walked past me, pausing for a moment as if he wanted to say something else, but then he stepped out into the hallway.

I closed the door behind him, leaning against it as I heard his footsteps fade away.

I wiped my tears away, knowing that I had made the right decision. I couldn't let someone like Wesley stay in my life, not after everything he had done.

I had trusted him, and he had broken that trust. And now, I was left picking up the pieces.

I stared at the flowers on the table, the ones Wesley had brought as some kind of peace offering.

They were beautiful, but they felt meaningless now. Just another reminder of the lies.

With a heavy sigh, I stood up and grabbed the bouquet, walking to the trash can. I hesitated for just a second before tossing them inside.

Then, I stood there, staring at the trash, feeling a mix of anger, sadness, and relief all at once.