Winning Back His Ex's Wife's Broken Heart

Richard's POV

"Why now?"

Sarah's question had been haunting me ever since she asked it. I could see the uncertainty in her eyes, the pain from our past surfacing again.

And honestly, I struggled to answer that question for myself.

Why now? Maybe it was because I finally recognized what I had lost. Or perhaps it was the realization that I couldn't keep living in the shadows of my mistakes. But the truth was hard to face. I'd hurt her, and that guilt was a weight I carried every day.

I sat at my kitchen table, staring at my phone, wishing for a message from her. I wanted to reach out, to remind her that I was willing to fight for us.

But I knew better. She needed space, time to process everything. But the silence was deafening, and with each passing hour, my fear of losing her again grew louder. "Come on, Richard," I muttered to myself, running a hand through my hair. "Just give her time."

The kiss... it felt real. But she still had walls up, and I couldn't blame her. I needed to give her space. But damn, it was hard.

My fear of losing her again was clawing at me, making every second without her unbearable.

***

Wesley sat in his office, fidgeting with a pen. It had been months since he told Sarah he would leave her alone, but the truth was, he hadn't.

Not really. He still saw her, with him. Richard. They were together, more often than not, and each time Wesley caught a glimpse of them, it stung.

Not because of his old plans of revenge, but because, slowly, against his own intentions, he had started to fall for her.

It made him sick to his stomach. He never meant to feel this way about her. He was supposed to use her to hurt Richard.

But now...he wanted her for himself. And that meant one thing-he had to destroy any chance of Sarah trusting Richard again.

Wesley had been planning for weeks. He wouldn't come barging in. No. He would play it smart.

It started with flowers. One bouquet, sent to her office, accompanied by an apology card:

"I'm sorry for everything. Can we at least go back to being friends? - Wesley"

When that didn't get much of a response, he upped the ante. He knew her favorite meals-after all, they had spent time together when things were good between them.

So, he sent her food from her favorite restaurants. He imagined the subtle smile on her face when she received them, even though he wasn't there to see it. It was all part of the plan. He was getting in her head, piece by piece.

Sarah frowned as another delivery arrived. It was the third this week-more food. More flowers. This time, it was her favorite coffee. She sighed, tapping her fingers against the table before picking up her phone. "Wesley," she said sharply when he answered, "you need to stop flooding my house with gifts."

Wesley's voice was calm, almost pleading. "Sarah, I'm not trying to overwhelm you. I just... I miss you. Not in the way we were before, but I miss our friendship. You've changed. I've changed too."

She paused, feeling a twinge of guilt. Wesley had stayed out of her way for a while. She had asked for space, and he gave it. But now? She wasn't sure what to make of his sudden return.

"You can't just show up like this," she said, her voice softer now, but still firm. "I don't need this."

"I know," Wesley replied. "But can we at least meet up? Just as friends? I've missed talking to you."

Sarah bit her lip, unsure. "I'll think about it," she finally said before hanging up.

The next day, Richard sat across from Sarah in her office, discussing a business proposal. He could tell she was distracted, and every time she glanced at her phone, he felt the unease creep in. He wanted to ask her what was wrong, but before he could, another delivery arrived-this time, a small gift box.

He watched as Sarah opened it, her face tight with something between frustration and resignation.

Inside was a delicate bracelet, no doubt from Wesley. Richard clenched his fists under the table, trying to keep his composure.

"That bastard," Richard muttered, his voice sharp, "he's trying to worm his way back into your life."

Sarah sighed, placing the bracelet back in the box. "Why shouldn't he, Richard? You've been around me just as much."

"That's different," Richard argued, his eyes narrowing. "I'm here because I care about you. He's doing it to manipulate you."

Sarah looked away, her shoulders tense. "And you weren't?" Her words stung, but Richard knew she had a point.

"You both were fighting over me like I was some prize, and now, Wesley wants to fix things. He's allowed to try. Besides, you and I... we're not exactly-"

"Don't," Richard cut in, his voice low. "Don't push me away just because you're scared."

Sarah's eyes flickered with something he couldn't quite place. Fear? Doubt? He wasn't sure.

But what he did know was that Wesley was finding a way in, and Richard could feel their fragile connection slipping.

Wesley kept sending messages. He didn't just barge in.

Instead, every conversation they had-whether through text or over the phone-was peppered with little reminders.

How Richard had abandoned her before. How he had hurt her. How he was the one who was there for her when Richard wasn't.

Sarah hated to admit it, but those doubts Wesley planted took root. She didn't want to think about it, but it was there.

It made her hesitate every time Richard got too close. Every time he tried to win her trust, there was that nagging voice in the back of her mind asking, What if he does it again?

Richard noticed the change. He could see it in her eyes, the way she pulled back just a little, the way she hesitated before responding to his texts.

And as much as he wanted to blame Wesley, part of him knew it wasn't just him. It was the past. His mistakes. They were catching up to him, threatening to ruin everything he was trying to rebuild. But Richard wasn't going to give up. Not now. Not ever.