Winning Back His Ex's Wife's Broken Heart

Richard Pov.

The party in Madrid was a spectacle of wealth and power, but none of it mattered.

I wasn't here for the schmoozing or the deals. I was here for one reason: Sarah.

She had been on my mind constantly, but tonight felt different.

The organizers had asked me to make a grand entrance, to be the center of attention, but I'd declined. I didn't want the spotlight.

I had told them to exclude my name in the list of business people; that way Wesley wouldn't be aware and then stop Sarah from coming. Wesley fucking Kent thought I wouldn't be invited or attend because of the derailing position of my company in the market.

I stood near the bar, scanning the room, searching for her. Sarah. She was supposed to be here tonight, with Wesley.

The thought of them together sent a pulse of jealousy through me that I couldn't ignore.

I wanted to watch, to see what Sarah was doing, how she was acting... with him.

The night was still young, and I had already spoken to a few people. Nothing important, just small talk.

My real focus was on the door. I took another sip of my drink, eyes flicking to the entrance every few seconds. Then, finally, she walked in. Sarah.

My breath caught in my throat. She looked... stunning. Radiant. Like she had all the confidence in the world, not a hint of the woman who used to stand in my shadow. Her dress hugged her in all the right places, her smile was easy, bright. And there, right beside her, was Wesley.

He had his hand on the small of her back, guiding her through the crowd. I clenched my jaw.

That should be my spot. That should be me.

They made their way through the room, shaking hands, talking to people I didn't care about.

But my eyes never left them. I could see the way Wesley looked at her-like she was the only one in the room. It made my blood boil.

How had things ended up like this? How did I let her go?

I turned back to the bar, gripping the edge of the counter until my knuckles went white.

This was a mistake. Coming here, thinking I could not get jealous, pretend I wanted to send Wesley away from her.

But I did care. More than I ever thought I would.

The night dragged on, and I stayed in the background, keeping my distance but always watching.

I noticed how confident Sarah was, how people gravitated toward her.

She was no longer the quiet, timid wife I'd known. She was someone else now-someone stronger.

In the span of how many months? It isn't up to a damn year.

As the evening wore on, the attention shifted. Sarah and Wesley were the focus now.

The product launch she'd been working on was front and center, drawing in people from every corner of the room.

The fact that Wesley was beside her; smiling when it was supposed to be me, irked me.

I couldn't take it anymore. Watching Wesley hover around her, the way she laughed at something he said-it was too much.

I needed to talk to her. Now.

I saw her heading toward the back of the room, probably on her way to the bathroom.

I didn't think twice. I followed, my heart pounding, my hands tight fists by my sides.

She was halfway down the hallway when I caught up to her.

"Sarah." My voice came out harder than I intended.

She turned, surprised to see me. Her eyes widened for a moment, but then her expression shifed. "Wha...Richard," she said. "What are you doing here?"

I stepped closer, lowering my voice. "I could ask you the same thing. But I already know, don't I?"

She frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Him," I spat, my anger barely held in check. "You're here with that dickhead. Are you trying to humiliate me?"

Sarah's eyes narrowed, and she crossed her arms over her chest. "Humiliate you? Richard, don't flatter yourself. This has nothing to do with you."

I could feel the tension rising in me, the frustration bubbling over. "You think I don't see what's going on? You're with him to get back at me. That's it, isn't it?"

She let out a sharp laugh, but there was no humor in it. "Are you serious right now? This isn't about you, Richard. Not everything revolves around you."

My fists clenched at my sides. "So what, you're just going to pretend that this isn't a slap in the face?

She took a step closer, her voice rising. "You think just because I'm not with you anymore, I shouldn't be with anyone else? You're not entitled to have a say in my life!"

My chest tightened as her words hit home. She wasn't wrong, but it still stung.

"That's not what this is about," I muttered, but the anger in my voice betrayed me.

Sarah shook her head, her expression hardening. "No, Richard. This is exactly what it's about. You never cared about me when we were together. You only cared about yourself and that bitch of yours." I felt like I'd been slapped. "That's not true," I started, but she cut me off.

"It is true. You didn't see me, Richard. You never did. I was just there, in the background, while you were fucking Susan."

She continued. "And now that I'm not your wife anymore, you think you can just-what? Control who I'm with? Control how I live?"

Her words sliced through me, and for a moment, I didn't know how to respond.

She was right. I hadn't seen her the way I should have. Not back then. But now, now that I was losing her for good, it hurt more than I could admit.

"I made a mistake," I said quietly, my voice almost breaking. "I shouldn't have divorced you."

Her eyes softened for a split second, but then she shook her head. "What happened with Susan? Did you finally see her true colors, Richard?"

She sneered. "Well, I don't care. It's too late."

I swallowed hard, "It's not too late," I said, stepping closer. "We can still talk about this. We can fix things."

She backed away, shaking her head again. "Fix things? Richard, there's nothing left to fix. We're over. You made that choice when you left me. And I've moved on. You should too." The finality of her words hit me like a punch to the gut. "You're really with him?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

She paused, staring at me for a long moment. "I don't owe you an explanation, Richard. But yes, I'm happy."

My heart sank, the jealousy and regret swirling inside me, mixing into something bitter and painful.

I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but no words came out.

Sarah looked at me one last time, her expression unreadable. "Goodbye, Richard."

And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving me standing there, feeling more lost than I'd ever felt in my life.