Winning Back His Ex's Wife's Broken Heart by Hayley

Chapter 121 Sarah's POV That evening, I sat on the edge of the couch, my hands resting on my stomach, trying to steady my breathing.

The events of the morning played in my head on a loop, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake the image of Isabelle standing in the kitchen, gripping that knife.

"She's gone now," Zara said gently, sitting beside me. She handeda steaming cup of tea and gave my knee a reassuring squeeze. "You're safe." Safe. The word felt foreign. Isabelle's wild eyes and unhinged accusations had shakenmore than I wanted to admit. I wrapped my hands around the warm mug, letting its heat around me. "I thought she was going to hurt me," I said, my voice barely a whisper.

Zara leaned back, her expression softening. "You handled it better than most people would. You didn't panic. That's something." I sighed, staring into the tea. "I just... I can't stop thinking about what she said. About Richard. Aboutstealing him from her." "Sarah," Zara said firmly, "that woman was unwell. Nothing she said makes any sense. You can't let her words get to you." "I knew something was off about her," I murmured. "She was too polite." Zara snorted. "That's how it always starts. Then they start lurking in kitchens with knives. She's gone full Lifetmovie villain, babe. Forget her." I smiled despite myself, I rested a hand on my stomach, feeling the faintest flutter beneath my palm.

"I need to move forward. For me. For..." I hesitated, the words catching in my throat.

"For the baby," Zara finished for me, her sharp eyes narrowing.

I looked at her, smiling.

"Oh, please," she said, rolling her eyes. "I know, the latest momma in town and i'm gonna be their godmother." I felt a wave of relief and fear all at once. "What if they don't want?" "Want? Girl, no. They don't have a choice. They needto be their godmother." Zara scooted closer, her expression softening. "Is it tto tell Richard?" I shook my head, guilt bubbling up in my chest. "No. Not yet." "Why not?" she asked.

"I don't know," I admitted. "Things have been so tense. And now, after all this with Isabelle... It just never felt like the right time." Zara crossed her arms, givinga pointed look. "Sarah, there's never going to be a perfect time. But he needs to know. You can't keep this from him forever." I nodded, biting my lip. "You're right." "Of course I'm right," she said with a grin. "And I'm not going anywhere. I'll stay here until you're ready to tell him. Moral support, you know?" Her words brought tears to my eyes, and I reached over to hug her. "Thank you, Zara. For everything." "Don't get all mushy on me," she teased. "I've got a reputation to uphold." Richard's PO Martins and I sat in the study, the aftermath of the morning's chaos still weighing heavily on my mind.

My hands rested on the desk as I stared at the report the authorities had sent over.

"She's in a psychiatric facility," Martins said, breaking the silence. He leaned back in his chair, rubbing the back of his neck. "Probably for the best." I nodded slowly. "It's hard to believe how far things went." "She was obsessed, man," Martins said, his voice unusually serious. "You didn't see it because you didn't want to. But looking back..." I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "I should have noticed. The way she acted, the little things she said. I just thought-" "You thought she was harmless," Martins finished for me. "And, honestly, how could you have known? You're not a mind reader." "But I should've been more careful," I said, guilt twisting in my gut. "She was hurting, and I didn't see it. I let her live here, thinking I was helping, but I only made things worse." Martins leaned forward, his expression softening. "You didn't make her this way, Richard. Whatever she was going through, it didn't start with you." "She lost her fiance," I said quietly. "The report said they were in a car accident not long after getting engaged. He died on impact, and she barely survived." Martins let out a low whistle. "I know right? That's rough." "She thought I was him," I continued, the weight of the realization pressing down on me. "She sawand projected everything she'd lost. I reminded her of him, and it spiraled from there." "David, right?" Martins said. "That was his name?" I nodded. "Yeah. David. She was convinced I was him." Martins rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "That's a lot to unpack. No wonder she snapped." I leaned back in my chair, closing my eyes. "I feel guilty. Like I could have done something to stop this before it got so bad." "Man, you're not a superhero," Martins said. "You did what you could. And now she's getting the help she needs. That's all you can do." I opened my eyes, giving him a small smile. "Since when did you becso wise?" He grinned, his usual humor returning. "Since I realized you needed someone to talk you down from your guilt trip." The corner of my mouth twitched. "Thanks, Martins."

"Don't mention it," he said, leaning back with a satisfied smile. "Besides, I figured I'd lighten the mood a little. You're too serious, man." "You're right," I admitted, chuckling.

"Of course I'm right," he said with a smirk. "Now, can we talk about how uns this house now? Zara basically runs this Because feel like she's two seconds away from makingdo the dishes." I laughed, the sound breaking through the heaviness in my chest. "She's not that bad." "She calledclumsy," he said, feigning offense. "Said I couldn't walk straight if my life depended on it." "She's not wrong," I teased.

Martins gasped tically. "Et tu, Richard?" The door creaked open, and Zara poked her head in. "Am I interrupting your bromance?" "Never," Martins said, grinning. "You're always welcto join." She rolled her eyes but smiled. "Just cto check on you, Richard. You okay?" I nodded, giving her a small smile. "Yeah. I think so." "Good," she said, crossing her arms. "Because Sarah's been through a lot, and she needs you right now. Don't let her down." Her words hithard, but I nodded again, determination settling in my chest. "I won't." Zara gavean approving nod before disappearing back into the hallway.

Martins leaned over, lowering his voice. "I think she likes me." I groaned, laughing despite myself. "You're unbelievable." "Hey," he said, holding up his hands. "Can't bla guy for trying."

For the first tin what felt like days, I felt a sense of peace. Isabelle was gone, and while the scars of ther obsession would linger, I knew we'd made the right choice. Now, it was tto focus on the future-and on Sarah.