Winning Back His Ex's Wife's Broken Heart

Wesley sat back in his chair, a slow smile spreading across his face. His eyes were fixed on his phone, watching the screen as a message from Susan popped up. She was halfway across the world, but they were in perfect sync. They both wanted the same thing-to get back what belonged to them.

For Susan, that meant Richard, her once-perfect prize. For Wesley, it was Sarah.

He stretched lazily, his eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and anticipation. This was all coming together beautifully.

"Alright, Susan,"! he murmured to himself, typing a quick reply. "Time to play."

It hadn't been too difficult convincing Susan to get on board. Wesley knew she still had a score to settle with Richard.

After all, Richard had left her too, in that spectacularly public way, right after Sarah had vanished to Madrid.

Susan hated Sarah, hated the way Richard always looked at her, even when they were together. Wesley had exploited that hatred, planting seeds until Susan was willing to help. Susan was already planting doubts in Sarah's mind-cryptic messages, hints that Richard was playing the same old games.

But that wasn't enough. They needed something more concrete, something Sarah couldn't just brush off.

And that's where Wesley came in.

He had suggested the simplest way to erode what little trust Sarah had in Richard-make her question everything. Plant evidence.

Make her suspicious. It wasn't hard, really. Richard had a history, and history had a nasty way of sticking to a person, no matter how much they tried to shake it off. So when Sarah told Wesley about Susan's texts, he saw his opening.

"That doesn't surprise me," Wesley had said casually, his tone deliberately nonchalant. "I mean, she and Richard...they were engaged. You remember that, don't you?" Sarah had stiffened at the mention of it. Of course, she remembered. She had seen the whole humiliating engagement splashed across national television.

"I don't know why she's messaging me now," Sarah muttered, pacing the room, her frustration growing.

Wesley leaned back against the wall, feigning sympathy. "Maybe she's not the only one who still feels something. Have you checked Richard's phone?"

"I mean, if she's reaching out to you, she's probably talking to him too. People don't just forget their history that easily."

Sarah shot him a look, her face a mixture of disbelief and worry. "You think Richard's still talking to her?"

Wesley shrugged, keeping his expression neutral. "I don't know. But if it were me, I'd check. Just to be sure."

Richard's POV

I walked into the office, coffee in hand, ready for another day of steering the frustrating mess that was my relationship with Sarah.

I thought after the kiss, after everything we'd been through, things would start falling into place.

But lately, she'd been cold again. Distant. Every time I tried to get closer, she'd find an excuse to put more space between us.

What the hell was I doing wrong?

Sarah was already at her desk when I got in. She didn't look up when I greeted her, just gave me this tight-lipped smile, the kind that didn't reach her eyes.

It was like the air between us had changed, heavy with something I couldn't put my finger on.

"Everything alright?" I asked, sitting across from her, hoping to break the ice.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she replied, too quickly, her eyes glued to the papers in front of her.

I studied her for a moment. Something was off. She'd been acting strange for days now.

And the way she was avoiding my gaze...it was like she was waiting for something. Like she was hiding something.

"Sarah," I started, "if something's bothering you, you can tell me."

She finally looked up, her eyes hard, almost accusing. "Is there something you need to tell me, Richard?"

The question threw me off. "What do you mean?"

She crossed her arms, her voice colder than I'd heard it in a long time. "You've been talking to Susan, haven't you?"

My heart stopped. "What? Where is this coming from?"

She stood up, pacing the room, her hands clenched into fists. "Don't play dumb, Richard. I've been getting messages from her. She's telling me all these things, making me feel like I'm missing something." My mind raced. Susan? Messaging Sarah? Why? What was she playing at now?

"Sarah, I haven't talked to Susan in... I don't even know how long. Why would I be in contact with her now?"

"That's what I want to know!" she snapped, her voice rising. "She's telling me all this crap about you, and I don't know what to believe anymore!"

"What is she saying?" I asked, trying to stay calm, though my own frustration was bubbling under the surface.

"She's saying you're still the same person. That nothing's changed. That you'll hurt me again, just like before. That you're playing me."

I stared at her, dumbfounded. "And you believe her?"

She stopped pacing and turned to face me, her eyes full of doubt. "I don't know what to believe, Richard! I want to believe you've changed, but..." "But what?" I asked, my voice breaking despite myself. "I'm here, aren't I? I'm trying, Sarah. You know that."

She shook her head, her face twisting with emotion. "You've lied to me before. You left me before. How do I know you're not going to do it again?"""

The hurt in her voice tore me apart. I had done this to her. I had made her doubt me, doubt everything we could have been. But it wasn't fair.

I wasn't that person anymore. I had made my mistakes, but I wasn't going to hurt her again.

"Sarah," I said, standing up, closing the distance between us, "I'm not that man anymore. I don't know what Susan's playing at, but whatever she's telling you, it's a lie. I'm not in contact with her. I haven't even thought about her since we got back together."

She flinched when I said that, her arms wrapping around herself like she was trying to hold it all in. "I just... I don't know if I can do this."

"You don't trust me," I said quietly, more a statement than a question.

She looked at me, her eyes filled with a mixture of anger and sadness. "How can I trust you, Richard? You broke me once. How do I know you won't do it again?"

Her words hit me hard, like a punch to the gut. She was right. I had broken her. I had chosen Susan. I had been selfish, and it had cost us everything.

"I can't undo the past," I said softly. "But I'm not that person anymore. I'm trying to be better. For you."

Her face softened for just a second, but then the doubt returned. "But what if you can't be?"

I didn't have an answer for that. All I could do was stand there, watching the woman I loved slip further away from me, and wonder if there was anything I could do to stop it. Wesley's POV

Wesley watched from the corner of the street as Richard walked out of the office, his face tight with frustration.

Wesley smiled to himself. It was working. Sarah's doubt was eating her up, and Richard, that smug bastard, was floundering.

He pulled out his phone, sending a quick message to Susan.

"Keep the pressure on. She's close."