Winning Back His Ex's Wife's Broken Heart

Richard's

pov.

The morning started with that ominous letter. I held it, reading the typed words over and over, trying to make sense of the threat. It was clear, sharp-"Meet me or you'll regret it." Sarah's face was pale, her fingers tight around the paper. She looked at me, fear and frustration mingling in her eyes.

"Do you think..." she began, voice barely a whisper. "Do you think it's Susan?"

My jaw clenched at the name. Susan had been a thorn in our lives, vowing revenge after our fallout with her.

She was ruthless, always scheming, always pulling stunts to try and get back at us. This kind of intimidation had her name all over it.

"I wouldn't put it past her," I muttered, rubbing my temples. "She did say we'd regret crossing her."

Sarah gave a small nod, her eyes still fixed on the letter. "If it is her, then maybe I should go alone. Handle it directly."

I immediately shook my head, not liking where her mind was going. "No way, Sarah. If you're meeting anyone, I'm going with you. I'm not letting you face her alone."

She sighed, and I could tell she was thinking it over, but I knew that look in her eyes too well. She had that determined, stubborn glint.

"Richard, if it's Susan... I don't want you getting dragged into this more than you already are. She'd use you to hurt me."

My hand tightened into a fist, frustrated that she thought she could protect me. "Sarah, you're not going alone. I can't just sit back and do nothing. If she tries anything-"

She placed a hand on my arm, her touch gentle, calming. "I know, I know. But let me try to handle this. Please. For us."

I hated it. Every fiber of my being screamed at me not to let her go alone, but her eyes pleaded with me, and I found myself nodding reluctantly. "Fine. But don't expect me to sit at home while you go off to meet some lunatic." She looked relieved, giving me a small, grateful smile. But I already had a plan forming in my head. There was no way I was letting her go without knowing I'd be right there if things got out of hand.

A few hours later, Sarah slipped out the door, glancing back just once to make sure I wasn't following.

I watched her from the window, waiting until she was out of sight before grabbing my keys and heading out. There was no way she'd be dealing with Susan alone, even if she didn't know I was there.

I kept my distance, trailing her car down winding streets, through intersections, and then into a quieter part of town.

She pulled up near an old, abandoned building and parked, her shoulders tense as she stepped out. I parked a little way down, watching as she looked around, clearly trying to spot anyone suspicious.

The minutes ticked by, my heart pounding with every second. And then, finally, a figure appeared-a man, tall and dressed in a long coat, his face hidden under a dark hat.

My fists clenched at my sides. This wasn't Susan. Who was this guy? And what could he possibly want with Sarah?

She took a step toward him, cautious but calm. The man held something in his hand-a file, from the looks of it.

He passed it to her without a word. I couldn't hear what they were saying from where I was, but I could see the shock on her face. Her eyes widened as she flipped through the papers in the file, her mouth falling open. What was in that file? And why did she look so shaken?

I took a step forward, every instinct telling me to rush over and get her away from this stranger, but I stopped myself, watching carefully. Sarah needed to feel like she could handle this, and if I showed up now, it'd break the trust she had in me. So, I waited, heart pounding, as she continued to read whatever was in that file.

Then, the man leaned closer, saying something that made her flinch. I strained to hear, but his voice was low, a murmur lost in the distance.

I could feel my fingers tightening around the steering wheel, a storm of questions racing through my mind. What was he saying to her? And why did she look so... rattled?

Sarah closed the file slowly, her eyes darting up to the man's face. She was gripping that folder like it was a lifeline, her knuckles turning white.

He reached out a hand, almost in a casual way, as if he were asking for something back, but Sarah took a step back, holding the file to her chest. Whatever he wanted, she wasn't about to give it.

I watched her shake her head, her lips moving fast-too fast for me to make out the words. But she looked furious, defiant.

I recognized that look; it was the same one she gave me whenever I pushed her on something she didn't want to talk about.

The stranger's face stayed neutral, but I saw his hand clench at his side, his whole posture shifting, like he was used to getting what he wanted and wasn't about to take no for an answer. Without thinking, I stepped out of the car, keeping a careful distance but ready to jump in if needed.

I couldn't hear their conversation, but I could sense the tension growing. Sarah's face was hard, her chin lifted in that stubborn way she had when she was determined to hold her ground.

She took another step back, her gaze darting around, maybe looking for a way out-or maybe hoping I was somewhere close.

The man took a slow, menacing step toward her. My heart hammered in my chest, and I moved closer, still keeping to the shadows. If he laid a finger on her, that would be it.

Then I heard her voice, clear and full of steel. "You tell whoever it is that Im not scared that easily."

The man's mouth twisted into a thin smile. "Is that so, Miss Williams?" His voice was smooth, like he was used to slipping between shadows. "They will be disappointed to hear that. They were hoping you'd be... more cooperative." Sarah's face didn't flinch, but her voice shook, just a little. "Well, they are wrong. And you can tell them that for me."

The man just shrugged, as if it didn't make much difference to him. He turned, taking a few steps away, but then paused and glanced over his shoulder. "As you wish," he muttered, his eyes gleaming in the dim light. And then he walked off, disappearing around the corner as if he'd never been there.